“I have that gun to work on for you, after all.” Jack said, before reaching out, and took Steve’s hand into his own and shook it. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when it’s done. Here, here…” he pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Steve. It listed his business details, email, phone, cell, etc.
“Contact me in 5 days, and we’ll get started.He took the card, eying it with interest for a moment before pocketing it. “5 days eh? All right, sounds good. It’ll give me a chance to get stuff ready and figure out how to train you.”
He nodded before taking out an old reciept from his pocket and wrote his phone number down on it. “And here’s my number. Sorry I don’t have business cards but all I am is a musician,” he said, chuckling.
“Really? I play the guitar myself.” Jack smiled, as he pocketed the receipt into his pocket. “It’s great isn’t it, making music?”
Jack Maple 