Nick sat staring at the phone long after he had put it down.
"What's with the grimace? Sounded like she wanted to meet you," Joe said, looking up from the magazine he was reading.
"Yea, she did. She just didn't seem as excited about it as I thought she would be. I mean, the last time I talked to her she was fairly raving about the model -"
"So you caught her at bad time."
"I don't know." He shook his head. "Well, it's set anyway."
"Good thing," he echoed, their victory chant sounding hollow in his mouth.
He fiddled with his phone for a while, jabbing pointlessly at several applications then closing them.
"Well. It's set," he repeated.
"And?" Joe closed the magazine, leaning closer to Nick. "It's not just the model."
"What gave you that idea?"
"Don't roll your eyes at me. Game plan?"
"This is a disaster."
"You don't say."
Joe smirked. "Tense aren't you? Look, give her your hundred-watt smile. Tell her how great her model is, and how well it will work, put together a sweet deal and voila. New business partner and partner."
"It's not that easy."
"What - she has a boyfriend?"
"Her model sucks."
"Fix it. She'll be grateful."
Nick stood up. "We'll see," he said as he walked away.
Joe shook his head at his receding back as he turned back to his magazine.