Horntooth lifted his glasses and leaned in. With a long suffering glance Twist surveyed her coworker. She looked at Winterbottom and he stifled a laugh behind his roughen fingers. Both looked back at Horntooth who had managed to get even closer to the canvas. Winterbottom had bet Sylvie that Old Snaggletooth (as the buyer was known on the art warehouse floor) that this trip the man would collide head first into a sample

Belting out Cardi B’s “Enough,” Angel rounded the corner on a mini forklift. Spell broken Horntooth snapped upright.

“Oh sorry boss I didn’t know you were with customers. Beg your pardon, lady,” Angel said.

“No need to apologize, ‘oh chile cool down too hot too wild,’” Twist rapped with a bounce.

Winterbottom, Twist, and Angel broke into an impromptu singalong.

“Miss Twist, really. We have so much work to do.”

Catching Hornbotttom’s scandalized expression and Twist’s bubbling rage, the warehouse worker drove off fast tossing apologies in his wake.

“Now Winterbottom, this piece is extraordinary. It’s a novel in brushstrokes. I want walk inside hide in the fog, slip on cat’s feet pass faceless strangers until I escape through that gateway to another realm,” Horntooth said with staring into the pastel canvas. “We must have it.”

The print was a desolent landscape of marshmallowy smog under a sherbet sky. Massive swirling doors and a bicyclist dominated the left side. It made Twist think of Stargate but not in a good way. She turned to the warehouse manager again. Winterbottom shrugged and checked at his phone.

“Well the brushstrokes are an UV protective acrylic glaze so you want to pull the trigger on this one or not. Suites or lobbies,” Twist said making notes.

“No my vision is bigger, this work demands conversations, evoking storytellings. Can’t you see it Miss Twist? Doesn’t something of adventure stir in your soul?” Horntooth said arms thrown wide.

Twist raised a frustrated finger. Winterbottom leaned in the accounting department were better that on one of this hotel design days Twist was going to take her coworker’s head clean off. Twist made a fist.

“Yes I see it, mysterious vistas, perfect for bar/hospitality. Mick this is available in grand, right. Let’s warm up the scan to complement the beige wall treatments. I’ll send you the Pantone numbers and frame options with the order for 750 of these. Next?”

She turned her back on Hornbottom’s next sentence.

“Speaking of cat paws I have something very unique in bay D, dogs in sweaters. Completely non creepy dogs by the way,” Winterbottom said.

For a moment Horntooth looked ready to argue. Twist looked as if she was two minutes from a pen related homicide.

“Argyle sweaters, how’s those apples?”

“Hygge meets anachronistic. Lead the way, Winterbottom,” Horntooth said rubbing his hands together.

Twist mouthed thank you to the warehouse manager as they went to view the next artwork.