#dash | interaction

It was after dinner time but not too late in the night. Cameron had been off work for awhile. Prior to taking a seat at the bar he’d been out house hunting. The sticker shock drove him to drink. Even his well endowed savings account gave him little certainty in securing a home for himself. Hope was not futile, though. Recently, he was hired at a local law firm. They catered to the rich and famous, of whose depravity knew no end. So Santa Monica was expensive, but there was plenty of money to be made.

Someone sat a few seats down from him, to whom he gave a polite head nod, unaware at the moment they knew one another.

After a hard knock on the door of Alex’s townhouse, Cam’s hands found his pockets. His posture was relaxed and approachable, despite the stiff nature of his dress. He’d accepted a position with a nice law firm in the city and wore a suit and tie every day. It wasn’t his style in the least, but his job was all about the money.