Less than a minute of standing in the hallway, James felt a presence approach him.
He turned his head slightly and saw a woman walking toward him — alone, confident, and with a curious look in her eyes.
She was around his age, maybe a little younger. Wavy brown hair tied into a messy ponytail, simple jeans, sneakers, a fitted black UCLA hoodie. And the way she was looking at him with her sharp eyes, something told him that she was already sizing him up.
"Hey," she said, stopping a couple feet away from him.
"You lost or something?" She asked, taking a good look at him.
James gave a relaxed smile and shook his head, slightly.
"No. Actually, I'm looking for someone."
"Someone?" She cocked her head slightly.
"A job," James corrected. "I'm offering one."
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. What James said piqued her interest a little. A job? That's definitely what she needs right now.
"What sort of job?" She asked curiously.
