"I'm an artist," Elisha said. It was, he thought, not so much a profession, but he was lucky enough that he had a cushion. He could do it, even if he wasn't really famous.

Known, just not famous.

"A friend of mine has a gallery not too far from here and she lives on the coffee here, so I drop in whenever I drop in on her." And Lauren was pulling an all-nighter, so he was going to be murdered for his no show any minute now.