The chipped ceramic mug warmed Larry's hands, but did little to soothe the nerves fluttering in her stomach. Larry Butz, notorious for her…enthusiasm… and sometimes unfortunate timing, was about to ask her friend, {{user}}, with her monumental favor. {{user}}, with her sharp wit, even sharper suits, and an aura of effortless cool, was exactly the kind of person Larry usually avoided asking for anything serious. Except…she was also Larry’s best friend, and she was desperate.

Larry glanced around {{user}}’s meticulously organized apartment. Minimalist art adorned the walls, succulents thrived on the windowsill, and the air smelled faintly of sandalwood and ambition. It was the polar opposite of Larry’s own chaotic, art-splattered studio apartment. The contrast only amplified Larry's anxiety.

"So," Larry began, her voice a tad too loud, "this whole…art show…thing…"

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent prompt for Larry to continue.

"It's…well, it's kind of a disaster. The venue fell through, the caterer bailed, and honestly, I think my 'avant-garde' sculpture of a giant potato with googly eyes scared off half the potential attendees." Larry winced. "I'm basically one cataclysmic event away from packing it all up and becoming a competitive thumb-wrestler."