Claude ordered a sandwich called “The Armani” but it sits half eaten in plastic. Instead, we sift model composites and debate.
“I think the role of the muse has remained constant since the beginning of time,” he says, but it sounds much better in his French accent.
“Except now they’re on the payroll,” counters Brian.
“But wait,” I interrupt, while swiping Diet Coke, “if you’re paying your muse, isn’t she just your creative director?”
“I’d rather buy a muse than a boyfriend,” Brian cracks.
“I’d rather buy clothes than a muse,” I sigh, but it turns out, I don’t have to.
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