“Remington,” Russ pronounced.
Jake smirked. “Wrong again. This time it’s one by Solon Borglum.”
“I give up. Don’t they have any by Remington?”
Jake moved to another sculpture. “Yep. Right here.”
“About time,” Russ grumbled, getting a smack on the ass from Jake. “Well, it is,” he protested.
From there they checked out a couple more galleries before deciding they’d done enough art appreciation for one day.
“Lunch and back to my place, or vice versa?” Jake asked as they returned to his car.
“Your place and pick up takeout on the way.”
They did, stopping at a Mexican fast food place to get the huge burritos that were the restaurant’s specialty. When they got to his apartment, Jake took a couple of beers from the fridge and they settled in front of the TV to watch a movie while they ate.
They had barely unwrapped the burritos when someone buzzed.
“Probably pizza delivery and the guy got the wrong apartment,” Jake said as he went to answer. “Yes?”