Andrew, Amy, Erica

Andrew accepted the card from Erica, slipping it into the sun visor while he drove. "I was - am - a photographer. Fashion mostly, to pay the bills. Hoped to eventually do my own work, but..." His knuckles clenched around the steering wheel. "Well, I probably won't have the opportunity." He forced the unfortunate clan weakness from his mind. "What about you? You're a stockbroker or something?"