He wanted to buy the painting I listed for sale online. He lived locally and we agreed he could pick it up from my apartment downtown. There was always someone coming or going, I didn’t feel anxious about meeting him there.
I stuck to the idea, the higher the price tag, the larger the desire to purchase. It made people think they were getting something extravagant. He was undoubtedly one of those people.
“Five thousand dollars. It’s one of a kind, a rarity.” I had three of them, unbeknownst to him.
He felt the number was fair and thus we made a deal.
I daydreamed of a vacation and a few new duds to take on the trip.
The door buzzer rang, I pressed the intercom and told him I would be there in a sec. I carefully toted the painting, tilting it sideways to prevent it from hitting the railing as I maneuvered down the stairs.
Once I reached the bottom, I could see him standing there through the glass door. He was a tall handsome man; his dark hair made his eyes stand out. They were as blue as the sky in the Artwork I carried. He wore a dark gray suit that fit him remarkably, black leather shoes and a tie to match.
On the road behind him sat a Camry, the driver seat broken and leaning back in a permanent horizontal position – hideous! I looked both ways down the street to see what he was driving, could be the Range Rover a block away. Surely, it was his. The two of them seemed to fit together perfectly.
“Chloe?” He asked.
“Yes.” I held my hand out to shake his. He instead reached in his coat pocket pulling out an envelope – the cash I presumed.
He handed it to me as I prepared to give him his new asset.
“You’ve been served.” He wished me a lovely day and then drove off in his Toyota.
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