Anyone who loved coffee was an automatic friend with Ross, because the guy could drink that shit on tap 24/7 and be perfectly fine with it. Lanni would have disapproved more so than his body, but there was no stopping a guy from getting a fix of his favorite stuff. "Yessssss! Local coffee is where it's at, man! There's a couple decent places in Ann Arbor, but... it's not the same! If I ever said screw it with art, I'd totally become a coffee critic. Then I'd probably become the first person to die from caffeine overload, but ANYWAYS!"
Ross stood up from his seat and took the painting he had in hand along with another, then went over to the blank space in the gallery to see how they looked up against it. It definitely gave the gallery a different feel and Ross was always looking for different. "You know, I've been thinking," Ross mused out loud to Quentin while walking back, "that maybe what this town needs is a gallery night devoted to all the young artists in the area. You're probably the fourth young artist that has came in here with their portfolio in hand. So maybe I should take all of this down-" He motioned to whatever was on display. "-and fill it with work like your own along with your peers. Keep it up for a few weeks and throw a big party opening night. What do you think?"