It was one of the better days in my life here at Studio 8. After the successful art opening for Studio 8, I needed one more friend for a promotion at work and I had a lovely girlfriend. I planned on visiting my mother tomorrow to see what she was up to. I was sitting on a chic sofa I had bought for the studio reading a mystery novel. Things were definitely a lot brighter since I had removed the walls between the gallery, kitchen, and living room from the entrance.
As I read, I heard some whispers coming from the kitchen. I peeked over to catch... Nothing. Was I hearing things? I put the novel down and set off. The whispers turned into some sort of suggestive conversation between my girlfriend Charity, and did I hear my friend Arty? I snuck down the hallway to their bedroom and carefully opened the door. Catching Arty trying to flirt with Charity. Both of us rolled our eyes at a very cheesy, cliche pick-up line he used. I continued spying on the two as they rejected each other.