<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>"Shit." Alan verbalized, as he heard the sound of the oh-so-common ring tone. "What am I supposed to do with this, now." He paced around for a moment in thought, then he jogged over to one of the tables, and grabbed a pair of disposable gloves from a drawer of supplies. Armed with protection, he ran over the purse, hoping to catch the phone in time to see who was calling, not only that, but he was still owed for the painting. So he began rifling through Cassandra's purse for any cash that she may have been carrying, with no intention to take any more than he was originally offered. Mostly though he was nervous about the call, and curious to see who it was before moving on.<br/><br/><br/><br/>