Two people sit next to eachother in an office, waiting for something. One is drawing something in a sketchbook, while the other is stabbing a message into a table. The first one slides the drawing over, tapping the second one on the shoulder. The second looks at it for a little bit.

"You like it?"

"Sure. What's it s'posed to be?"

"Self portriat. She wanted to see me draw something."

"Hm. Certainly dosen't look like you."

"I like to dress up for these kinds of things."

The other one flips to the next page and starts to draw something. The first one watches as the whirr of the ac is the only real noise in the room.