«I'm sure we will,» said Richard. Phil got up and left; my eyes roved over his ass in those tight dress pants as he walked away. The waitress cleared the dishes away and brought us each another drink; Richard leaned forward over the table.
«I'm really impressed by your stills,» he said. «I think you're just cut out for Beauty.»
«I'm glad to hear that. I love your magazine, I'm just dying to work there.»
«We pay very well,» he said. «And it looks like you might fit in a series, every other month.»