The tall thin female dressed in a silk summer dress with small floral print turned over the closed sign to now read open.

She turned to regard her business partner that sat behind his cheap desk that was more at home in a cubical than in a up-and-coming realty office.

He was a short broad chested man with deep creases in his still somewhat handsome face, that bespoke of wisdom and a hard life.

She sighed and took a seat behind her own desk of similar make.

"They sure have gotten cheap with the furnishings lately haven't they?" The woman more said than asked to the room at large scanning it's bare bones.

Other than the two desks that sat in each corner of the twenty by thirty office they had set up in located in a small strip mall that held five other businesses. There was a simple round wooden table with several pamphlets showing houses they currently had for sale.

The room itself was painted a neutral light grey. The pair not even having enough money to alter the meager rented space with paint much less creating something professional like separate office rooms, even if they would be small.

Pens and pads of paper took up the space where computers should have been sitting.

"Be happy you got you're own desk." The short man almost rumbled out in a deep voice. "Cut backs to our department have been deep, what with it's poor showing of late."

Her male partner proceeded to fold a piece of plain note paper into a triangular tube and wrote "Mel Rockcutter" on one side and then placed it upon his desk as if it was a prestigious name plate.

"I don't know if that makes you look better or worse." The woman said checking out his creation.

"Never hurts to at least try and be professional." he replied.

He then set up his desk in a neat orderly manner. Two pens in a mug that doubled as his drinking glass, and his pads of paper set in complete symmetry centered on his desk in front of him.

His partner snickered a little at his "professionalism" earning her a glare in return.

Just then the little bell above the door straight out of the thirties gave a jingle.

In walked two young women chatting quietly between themselves.

Once they entered they took no time in taking in the décor. With a glance between each other, that was unreadable to anyone but themselves, they started walking toward the short thick man sitting behind the his tidy desk. The two girls took a seat on the other side of his desk in the cheap red plastic chairs.

"How can I help you two lovely ladies on this most wonderfully sunny day?" He asked them with a huge shit eating grin aimed toward his partner, who huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.

""We were looking to buy our first house together !"" they chorused in complete unison, then turned and punched each other in the shoulder as swift as they could. ""Owe me a beer"" they again said as one smiling at each other in mirth.

They turned back to the older gentleman across from them with smiles that lit up his heart.