"He's really coming here?" Mara asks, watching me frantically clean my studio space. "To the actual studio?"
"Yes." I shove a pile of sketches into a drawer. "Is that weird? That feels weird."
"It's not weird. It's sweet." She leans against the doorframe, amused. "You went to MIT. He's coming to your art cave. It's reciprocal."
"My art cave is a mess."
"Your art cave is lived-in. There's a difference." She picks up a paint-stained rag from the floor. "Though maybe hide the truly chaotic evidence."
I snatch it from her. "You're not helping."
"I'm absolutely helping. I'm providing moral support and reality checks." She grins. "Plus, I want to see Zeke try to blend in with art students. Should be entertaining."
"Be nice."
"I'm always nice."
The door opens and Zeke walks in, looking s
