Ryan Clarke fiddled with the lock on his briefcase as he stood against the table,
"Mostly just little things- although that does not mean that they are not all the more necessary- like commercials for food products. Bethany here'll write jingles. You sketch cartoony faces and design box sleeves." When he opened the briefcase he began to draw out the contracts, copied and recopied for both. Once he organized the stacks of papers he crowned them with a pen each.

The agent stood back and looked between the two, he clasped his hands together,

"I'll be right back with coffee- which should give enough time for the both of you to get  to know each other a bit." He stroked his tie as he glanced at Bethany before leaving the room.

She had been looking at him, this Wallace, while Ryan was talking. She had dropped her guitar on the couch as an excuse to make her way to the window. But she couldn't concentrate on anything in the city. Instead she looked over at Wallace. He was scruffy looking. She hadn't met any of the artists yet- but he looked like an artist.

"Hey." She said, extending a hand out to him as she smiled,

"Nice to meet you."