Waiting for Roses

Micro suspense I met a sculptor in the exhibition hall and we both liked Chilios's work. The next day I met Chilios for the first time. A few days later, I met the sculptor again and had a great conversation. The next day I met Chilios for the first time. I was destined to meet Mr. Sculptor again, but he seemed a little haggard. For some reason, he didn't want to talk to me. The next day, I met Chilios for the first time... Intention: Accept mediocrity.