The young man sat at his desk, fingers of one hand tapping light against the top of it, the other hand scrubbing through his shoulder length hair as he mused the need of a haircut - and the next client he was to meet with. It had been a while since Fiach had done any shop business, and he was still slightly moody from his previous dealings with a friend, but he hoped the distraction of work would be enough to get his mind off dealing with everything else.

Glancing at his computer screen as he brought his hand down from his hair to fiddle with the penny whistle still kept chained around his neck, he caught himself once again checking the time, seeing what time the appointment was scheduled for - and if it was time for it yet. He was anxious about meeting a new person, and about conducting business after such a long break from it, and he was very nervous about whether or not the person would turn out to be hyperactive and scary - or be another Brad type persona. Fiach had yet to decide which of the two was scarier, though he was starting to lean more towards to the hyperactivity than anything else.

His fingers now tapping a beat against his desk, his eyes kept flitting from computer to door as he waited the next client with as much patience as he could muster.