Putting dinner on the table, Justin looks up when he hears the front door opening. Smiling, he expects to find his husband exhausted, but is surprised to find Brian grinning like a child who just finished a shopping spree at a toy store. Laughing, he realizes that his metaphor is fairly close to the truth when he sees Brian carrying several shopping bags from PC Hooftstraat, which many people have dubbed the "Fifth Avenue of Amsterdam.” Shaking his head, he can only imagine how many new outfits his partner had purchased this afternoon. “Something smells good!” Molly announces as she walks towards the dinner table. “I made a grilled pizza with garden tomatoes and basil.” Justin replies, knowing that anything pizza-related was a winner in his sister’s book. Walking up behind his husband, Brian wraps his arms around his waist and gently kisses the nape of his neck, “Delicious,” he murmurs. Chuckling, Justin squirms as Brian’s tongue starts to tickle his neck and slide directly up to his earlobe. “You’re in a good mood. Did you leave anything in that store for the rest of the country?” Shrugging, Brian continues to smile as he saunters into the bedroom, tossing the bags onto the bed. “Look at these earrings Brian bought me,” Molly announces, showing her brother the new diamond stud earrings with pink diamond accents. Justin smiles, shaking his head: his sister’s love for anything pink was anything but natural. But hey, a diamond is a diamond, and those are forever. “Very nice, Molly.” “They’re Bulgari,” she states, “I love Bulgari.” “You never even knew what Bulgari was before today,” he muses, watching his sister head over to the kitchen to wash her hands. “I was deprived.” “Ah,” Justin says, nodding his head, “Of course. Did you get jazz boots?” Frowning, Molly pauses. “Shit, no, we forgot. Oh, but Brian bought a lighter from Cartier. They have nice stuff there!” “No shit.” “They have a vanity case I want. Brian says we can look at the different cases they have another time.” “Great,” he replies monotonously. Brian returns from the bedroom and grins, “Don’t start pouting, I picked up a few things for you too.” Justin tries not to smile. He tries to scold. But it’s useless. “What did you get me?” “How does a pair of Gucci sneakers, Hugo Boss pants and Louis Vuitton sunglasses sound to you?” “Sweeeet,” Justin whistles. Molly sits down at the table, “Let’s eat, I’m starving!” Kissing Brian lightly on the lips, he sits down at the table as well, “Great, because I have a semi-announcement to make.” Brian sits down, “Semi?” Shrugging, Justin takes a piece of garlic bread out of the basket before handing it to his sister, “Well, it’s news… but I don’t…I mean, I want to do it, but I don’t know if it’s possible… and…” “What the hell are you talking about, Jus?” Molly asks between bites of pizza. Sighing, Justin wishes he could remember how he rehearsed this in his head, but the Luis Vuitton sunglasses threw him off his game. Today we had a guest speaker in class: Olga Viso. She’s the director of the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D.C.” He pauses, waiting for a reaction. Both Brian and Molly stare at him blankly. “It’s more like an art gallery actually…it’s considered to be a leading voice for contemporary art and culture and provides a national platform for the art and artists of our time.” Justin pauses a second time, relieved that he remembered that statement. Olga had said that numerous times when she spoke at PIFA. “Um, anyways, Olga had spoken in PIFA a few months ago, and she actually recognized me today when she spoke again here in Sanders’ class of Modern Art and Mass Culture… it’s been a really great class…” he pauses a third time, knowing he’s about to start rambling. “So, like I was saying, Olga recognized me and we started talking…and she mentioned how she likes to showcase different exhibitions and collections ahead of time…and she was interested in showcasing some of my work in November.” He stops, trying to read their faces. “In D.C.?” Molly asks. Justin nods, “November…I mean, that’s awhile way… but she needs to know now…and…well, there’s more.” Looking over at Brian, he tries not let his frustration show as his husband sits there with an unreadable expression. “She knows that I’ve been using JT Kinney here, and thought that it would be better exposure if I used Justin Taylor because that’s how I’m known in the states…. But I don’t know if I should or not…if it’s safe or not. I mean, I know we’d be safe in DC if we went because it’s like, 4-6 hours away from Pittsburgh… but…would we still be safe if I used Justin Taylor instead of JT Kinney?” The table is silent, and Justin wonders if maybe he should’ve brought this up during dessert.