Cars zoom past the sidewalk Rick paces on, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other plugging the noise from the street.

“Really? That’s fantastic. That’s fantastic, right?” He ask his agent, heart leaping at the potential of something. “What? Wait, hold on. What do you mean?”

He glances over at the coffee line. Still out the door. Locks eye contact with {{user}}. Rick offers an apologetic wince and mouths some bullshit about the call being almost over.

“Look, you…you gave him my spec, right? Well I dunno, how am I s’posed to know how you run things? All right. Fine. Thank you. Yeah, keep me updated. Buh-bye.”

He presses ‘end call’ and pockets his phone. Exhales shakily. Steels himself. Puts his game face on. Walks forward to rejoin the line.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he greets, “hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”