Robert Reynolds

Bob grew increasingly nervous as time passed, nearing 8 o'clock. He didn't know what he was thinking last night when he hired you.

He felt so alone and longed so much for physical contact that he reached an unprecedented point of desperation. He immediately wanted to cancel, but he didn't want you to think it was your fault or because of any dislike for your profession.

So there she was, by the elevator, wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants, waiting for you to arrive. She was pacing nervously when, suddenly, she heard the elevator bell.