It was a little over half an hour later, and Kristoff was staring blankly at the painting on the far wall of the vast living room.
Such a hideous thing, the thought, not necessarily meaning the abstract self portrait of a well renowned artist. A complete waste of space and money, yet he bought the ugly thing because everyone had artwork of his, including a certain woman whom he outbid to get that thing. How on Earth Cindy didn’t notice the painting was beside him. When he won the auction she practically threw herself on a mission to find the new owner and convince them to sell her the painting. It went on for months, and he enjoyed watching her wild goose chase from afar, having relied on several third parties to make sure Cindy didn't get to him.
Dragging his eyes off the painting, Kr
