"What about the name?", Zoe asked as she took a sip of her coffee, although to call that thing a coffee would be a disgrace, I thought as I watched its rainbow colors swirl while putting out the cigarette in the ashtray between us.

She wasn't even looking at me when she asked that, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, as she furiously typed something in it, her fingers moving so fast that they made me feel dizzy.

Her newly-pink hair was tied up into a messy braid, a few shorter strands constantly falling into her eyes as she frowned and blew them away.

I actually had to do a double-take when she first came in, as I could have sworn that her hair was green just two days before when I had last seen her.

How her hair hadn't fallen off entirely already, I would never understand, since in the last year I had known her, she had dyed it in every possible color in the spectrum.

I had only made the mistake of voicing that thought once and was made to buy my own coffee, do the paperwork and answer all of the client's calls for an entire week, leaving me with barely enough time to sleep and eat let alone do any actual artwork. Not to mention being treated to a very long and completely unnecessary lecture on women's right to choose what to do with their own body.

It was only when I reminded her that I was as gay as they come and that I had no interest whatsoever in women's bodies that she finally relented, but not before asking for a raise that I readily approved just to never have to answer another client's call again.

I thought about what I could say to answer her question as it was THE question everyone wanted to know the answer to; my parents, my publicist, Brady, and now Zoe, but I was still unable to decide.

I looked around and smiled at the sight that greeted me, the thought that it was finally happening hitting me anew. I was actually standing in the building that was to house my own gallery in just short of a month, and I kept pinching myself because I could not believe that it wasn't all a dream.

It took twenty long years; four years of art school while working a full-time job since my parents thought that I was crazy when I had revealed my plan. I had started a family, got a million rejections, spent countless sleepless nights in my studio and painted, drew, always working on something new. And here I was now; a household name in the art community with my works hanging in the best galleries around the world.

I was not sure who was more surprised by my success, my parents, or me. Sure, I had always wanted it and worked damn hard to make it happen but I had never truly believed that it would. And if I was being honest with myself, there had only ever been one person who did, but that was a story for another day.

The person might not even remember it, or me, for that matter, but what he had said one cold January night much like this one, had stuck with me long after he left. And for that one thing, I will always be grateful to him.

Because even though the man had hurt me, more than even my husband ever did since I had known better by the time the two of us started having problems and I was not a teenager in love but a grown man, I still couldn't regret knowing him. The man had given me what I needed the most back then; faith. In myself and in my talent and the courage to fight for what I wanted, even if the man himself never did.

Maybe that's why I was now being so difficult with this whole naming business. Because I still remembered the words spoken into the silence of the room so long ago, and I remembered what the other boy had asked me. I had laughed it off at that moment, of course, but secretly, I very much liked the idea of naming it like the boy wanted me to.

"Well, you better hurry, honey, and make up your mind. The grand opening is in two weeks and unless you want it to be known as 'No Name' Gallery you have to choose a name. Wait! That's not so bad, right? 'No name Gallery'", Zoe said pulling me out of my thoughts, but I was quick to shake my head 'no', making her instantly deflate and get back to her phone with a big pout on her face.

"Nope. Never going to happen, Zoe.", I said, looking at her like she had lost the little brain cells that she had left.

"Uh, you are so boring sometimes George.", she said sticking her tongue out like a child, making me chuckle while lighting another cigarette.