A long dry spell

He felt so weird. He wasn't really sick, didn't felt right though. Pei asked him for the check.
- I already asked the waiter, don't know why is he taking so long.
- Yeah well, because you don't know how to ask, you're too nice to people, they don't take you seriously.
- Sure, that's why the waiter is taking so long, what about 'cause this place is so full.
- Whatever.
She went again to the toilet. The third time in the past hour. Women. They must have the bladder of an alien. It was so warm there. He didn't want to seat next to the window, it was Pei's idea. It's always about her, 8 months living together, he really couldn't stand her, but she was so young, beautiful, intelligent. He hoped she would have great ideas to pull him out of that 3-years letargy. No ideas, no brillant paintings, and therefore, no patrons with any greens. A dry spell, a quiet long one.
- Sir, your check.
- Thanks.
Maybe he was too nice indeed. But there was no use either in being mean to others. Pei didn't understand, she is so young, so courageous. She really thought she could rule the world, get whatever she wanted, she really believed in becoming powerful just wanting it hard enough.
So weird, so warm next to that steamy window. It was even warmer outside. He wanted to go home. If he were lucky, Pei would go shopping, again. Maybe he should tell her the truth. But then, she would leave him, what woman in her age would stay with a man like him? On the other hand, Pei needed so much experience and knowledge, only he could teach her everything she needed to make her big and famous. Maybe Pei knew the truth already, she wasn't that dumb. Exactly, a smart young gal, she knew she needed him, at least for the beginning. She needed to be introduced in the society by someone. How to make money with her? She woulnd't stay for a long time next to him, it wouldn't take long untill she would be able to make a living with her paintings, and then, she would not longer need him anymore.
- Can we leave now?
- Sure.
- Did you paid?
- Well, you didn't pick up the check, so, who else could have pay the check?
- What's your problem?
- Nothing, I don't feel well. It's so warm here.
- Warm? Whatever. Listen, Jude called, he'll pick me up in 10, I'll be back at home later this night.
- Who's Jude?
- I told you about him already, why don't you listen to me when I talk to you? He owns a gallery down the twelfth. Told me I could exhibit some of my paintings next moth, he's running an exhibition for young newcoming artists. A good idea, don't you think so? I think it could turn to be a good start for me.
- Sure. Should I give you money for the cab?
- What cab?
- When you come back home.
- No need, Jude lives two blocks away, he'll drive home.
- Well then, have fun. Should I wait for you to have dinner?
- No need, and don't bother to stay up, go to sleep. Besides, you don't look so good. You haven't forgotten your pills lately, haven't you? And I ain't aiming for fun, we'll be working.
- Fine. Well then, see you probably tomorrow.
- There's Jude. See you later Os!
It wasn't taking so long. Pei already had found a gallery. Jude... yes, he knew him exactly, everyone in the art scene knew him. And everybody began to forget who Oswald Reune was.