preplay hex and q

Hex had done a bit of shopping and his bags by his feet as he sat at the cafe. Scrolling his phone with one hand, he held a half a sandwich in the other. He wanted to text his agent, but he knew he wouldn't get a reply. All he wanted was a steady part. Walk on's and day play didn't pay the bills in this stupid country.

He wore defeat on his brow as an email came through thanking him for his time but they were going a different direction.

He sighed heavily.