The Creating Generation discussion

Red approached the boutique via the main street. She loved the boutique, and always avoided highstreet shops if possible. She slung her bag over her shoulder again and set off.

Noah strolled down Main, he whistled a tune quietly as he walked, he wasn't paying any attention to where he was going. Where could the book go, he wondered idly as he continued walking blind.

Noah continued to not pay attention, and soon found himself bumping accidently into Clementine, almost knocking her over, but catching her before she fell.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"He started, then a smile crossed his face, "Oh hey again,"

"Well, my publishers think it's important," He joked, raking his hand through his hair. "Window shopping are we?" he teased, a smile tugging at his lips as he waved vaguely to the shop they stood in front of.
Noah looked himself to the actual window, finding it was a old antiques shop, making a quick mental note to return here later on.

"I am that indeed, the poor writer type, a walking cliché some might say," he said with a playful smile emerging on his face. "Ah, that's not sounding too good, tried everything?" he asked genuinely curious about how her job-hunt was fairing, he knew it was hard these days.

"Of course, apart from I have not yet been in love," he pulled a shocked face, as he moved to lean back against the stone wall beside the shop window, he looked as if he were contemplating something.
"You'd be surprised what you could earn from busking actually," he murmured absently, before looking up once more, "I may have an idea,"

Noah laughed heartily to Clementines' admission to referring to his as 'dog-man'. "I am Ewan McGregor's long lost brother, Noah Granger," he grinned, traces of laughter still quite tangible in his voice, "And yes, my idea, well my publishers are in need of an admin assistant.." he allowed his voice to trail off, he knew it wasn't a glamorous job, but it still paid fairly well.

"I had so remembered!" he said proudly, sticking out his chest, "Just cause my tea was being drank by my dog, doe not mean I wasn't listening,".
He nodded cheerfully to her question, "Of course I can, here" he replied, pulling out his battered and torn leather wallet, rummaging through multiple compartments he pulled free a white card, reading Reid&Goode Publishers, handing it over he smiled broadly, "Ta-da".

Noah thought about this, and it was true, every occasion numbers had been swapped, he shrugged casually, pulling out his iphone 3, scanning his own contacts for his number, being too lazy to memorise it.
"Sure," he said, then rambled off the numbers on the screen, "Now, if you get the job, you phone me, okay?" he grinned.

((I've got to go, I'll be on tomorrow?))

Noah stood, waving her off as she walked into the Boutique store. That was his good deed of the day done. Smiling cheerfully he waltzed off, in search of a decent book store, try and see if he could find a good novel to ease his sleepless nights of recent times. He hummed a loud and merry tune as he went off, a smile written plainly on his features.