"Hi there! Are you interested in signing up for the Wushu class?"
A friendly, energetic voice called out from behind the registration counter. Max slowed his pace and looked at the student manning the booth. The young man wore a name badge that read 'Eric.' He was the kind of person who didn't naturally stand out in a crowd, average height, with black hair cut into a simple, practical bowl shape. He didn't possess the bulging muscles of a weightlifter or the lean, wiry frame of a long-distance runner. In fact, he didn't look particularly athletic at all.
"Yeah," Max replied, stepping closer. "Is there a form I need to fill out?"
"Oh, you're eager! I didn't even have to give you the sales pitch I spent all morning preparing," Eric said with a laugh. He reached under the counter and produced a crisp registration sheet.
