“Me? O-oh. No. Not me. I’m an artist.” Jack explained quickly, shaking his head. “I’m j-just a blue skinned citizen. Nothing too fancy about me b-besides the, well. Blue skin.”
“That’s interesting enough, I daresay. In all my years, I’ve never encountered one. I’ll have to learn more about you— but for now, I have to run. Busy day, getting all settled in, you know.” [She drew a card out of her purse and handed it to Jack. On the crisp, cream colored cardstock was her number, embossed in gold.] “See you around, Jack.”
“Oh!” he observed her business card before pulling out one of his own, and handed it to her. “H-hope the city isn’t too crazy for you, Miss. Rim.” Jack said, hoping she settled all right. The city could get out of hand, from time to time, after all. She looked tough, though. She may be all right here, probably more suited for it than he was.
Jack Maple 