Isaiah was at his shitty little job at a hotel's front desk. It was slow, and he was FaceTiming Kiara on his iPad. "I'm telling you I can't wait to get out of this one-horse town for two weeks, almost sad that I'll have to come back." Isaiah was going to Los Angeles for two weeks; he had three shows and had been nominated for a prestigious art award, which he didn't know existed. Finally, he was getting national recognition. Then he had an idea. "Kiara, come with me, I know you wanted to blow town for a couple of days, it'll be fun, out of those two weeks, only four of those days are gonna be me doing art stuff, the rest of the time is for me."