They hadn't said very much to one another Sunday night. His friend, Drake, had driven him over in The Van - Drake's pride and joy - and Alex had hurried into the buidling, passed a couple making out in a mostly dark area at the side and passed a girl who asked if he wanted her to keep his cock warm for thirty dollars.
He'd managed a polite 'No, thank you' and reached the woman's apartment without any further excitement. He'd knocked. She'd opened the door, after the turning of many locks, and pointed to the painting. He'd lifted it, passed her the agreed upon $100.00 and she'd grunted something at him as he'd headed out.
"No. I'm done classes for the day." He stepped on the end of his skateboard, caught it when it popped into a vertical position and walked to where she was sitting. His backpack was on the ground beside her. "So, how you doing?" He almost raised his hand to give her a 'high five', but he wasn't sure if she'd appreciate it.