Raye, at the age of nineteen, was educated enough to be press worker in a local print shop. In Calgary, where she had attended school, she had taken a program on print media, and she had learned about all the presses so she ran all the big machinery, because her supervisor knew that she could. Raye could really make a press sing, running jobs like you wouldn't believe. The jobs would entail magazines and brochures, her favorite were the music magazines, she had always wanted to play and sing lead for a band. While the jobs were running, Raye would always just read a book, she had a massive collection at home, and today she would buy a few more to read.

"Morning' Mark." She smiled at her supervisor as she walked in and put on her press jacket.

"Hey hey Raye." Mark smiled at her and then briefed her on the documents that she was to run on the presses that day.

It wasn't long before Raye had all the presses set up and running smoothly, which left her with a small window to go and grab a book from 'Andy's' She didn't even bother to grab her jacket from the hook, she just left in her printer's smock and headed down the street. She walked into the bookstore and talked to Andrew Anderson, the owner of the store, to see if he had any of her books in, sadly enough, they didn't. She just browsed quickly, and then something, or rather, someone caught her eye. It was the boy from earlier that day; he was lurking in the corner, reading 'Ender's Game' by Orson Scott Card.

"Good book." Raye spoke to him.

"Yeah, but it's really not doing anything for me." He commented. He stood up to look at Raye; they held each other's glances for a while, their hands slowly touched. Raye's watch beeped again, she had to check on a proof from the press. "Leaving again?" He spoke.

"Yeah, you know how it is."

"Where are you going?" Jess asked Raye.

"Work." Raye mumbled and headed out of the bookstore.

"She'll be back later." The man at the desk spoke.

"So?" Jess shrugged.

"Raye looked pretty interested in you."

"Raye?"

"The girl... Raye?" He continued as the thought registered in Jess' head.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

"Not at all." Andrew replied as Jess ran out of the store.

"RAYE!!" Jess called out after the girl. She turned around to face Jess.

"What the hell do you want?" She asked him. "I have to go to work." She spoke before he could answer and walked into the back door of a building. Jess walked over to the front entrance of the building and headed in. He found himself standing in the lobby of a design and print house. FX-print was bolted to the wall behind the desk.

"May I help you?" the woman at the desk asked Jess.

"I'm looking for Raye."

"Raye Markson, she's in the press room. Let me call her supervisor, who may I ask is visiting?"

"Jess, Jess Mariano."

"Alright Mr. Mariano, just have a seat."

"No thanks, I'll just stand."