Chanmi walked into her apartment, her arms full of art supplies. Her index finger and thumb was holding tightly onto a canvas that was too heavy for her.
"Let me help," Jackson said as he spotted her in the hallway.
He took the heavy canvas and some of the stuff in her arms. He set it down in her workroom and brushed his hands on his pants.
"Did you manage to sell the painting you made last week?" Jackson asked.
Chanmi nodded. "I got it for a good price. It took a while to make, and the guy wanted it for cheaper, but I wouldn't have it."
"He paid more than what it should have cost, didn't he?"
Chanmi laughed and nodded. "I like money."
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Cupid | Jackson Wang ✓
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