Henry waved down the bartender, ordering a water for himself and allowing Heidi to place her own (he really had no idea about wine, or any other drink really as he went out so little--). He listened to her question with his own mind swirling with the same thoughts. Would this change his future? Maybe, it could, it definitely could. Players would trust him more, he supposed. He was definitely one of the strictest agents in the game, but that didn't always mean the best. Now that he had two champions under his belt (it had almost been three, with Holly Troy, a few years back...) and he finally felt like a big time...well, player in this game.
"I don't know, honestly!" he let out, feeling good to not have things planned or thought out. Maybe his brother was right in that sense; it didn't make sense to try and plan out every minute of your life, you're going to be far more disappointed than just allowing yourself to just go along with things, "I can probably score some more interviews, at least."
He didn't think he was very interesting, however, definitely not as interesting as the girl sitting beside him. Henry let out a breath and waved gently toward Heidi, "What about you? Are you excited about the job?"
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