<sup>Ryan shook his head, extending a hand to meet the man's. Nope, I wouldn't care to think of that. He smiled weakly, though his face showed no sign of nervousness.

The man chuckled, immediately becoming friendly. How fast can you throw a ball like this? Or hit a ball like this? He asked, thingying his head expectantly.</sup>

<sup>Ryan grinned, shrugging. As hard, fast, and far as you want me to.

The man shrugged, handing him a yellow envelope. We'll expect you soon.</sup>

^{He nodded, shrugging. Thank you sir. Watching as the man left.}

^{Ryan turned to her, his smile fading. He drafts ball players for the major leauges.}