It wasn’t really his scene but he wanted Veronica to think he was a supportive kind of guy and so he mucked in, sweeping floors, touching up the walls with a bit of paint, hanging canvasses and generally making himself useful. When Veronica, Zack and Miriam opened the doors to the great and the good at 7pm, determined to make the evening a success, Zack tried his hand at selling too. A dumpy middle aged woman, dripping wealth, with a loud voice, and nasty jewellery latched on to Zack and after half an hour of blatant flirting, he finally got her to agree to pay an inordinate amount of money for a squiggle on a piece of paper, (the woman privately conceding that she would have paid the same amount for the back page of The Sun had Zack asked her to). Out of the corner of his eye Zack watched Veronica as she charmed her way round the room. One jaded old man with dyed black hair and ghastly shiny shoes taking out his cheque book moments after they engaged eye contact, although Zack got the distinct impression that the huge canvas he had agreed to buy was of no interest to him whatsoever and would end up in his loft, swaddled in bubble wrap, while he fantasized endlessly about the beautiful woman who had painted it.
