Tate slapped both hands over his mouth as soon as the door shut behind him and squealed like a little girl. He did a happy dance back to his apart. He couldn't believe his luck. He was having breakfast with Luke! Nothing could be better. He had to call his assistant and bestie Kim and let him know about his progress.
Kim had attended the same university as Tate, only Tate graduated the same year Kim came in as a freshman. They'd met in the photograph club and soon found that their styles meshed. By the time Kim graduated, Tate was making a name for himself, and he happened to need an assistant. In stepped Kim.
