Honey walks in after parking, laughing as she digs through her purse to find her ID. She calls her bag a black hole, and Mike jokes about all the cash inside. She thanks him when he compliments her photo, she follows his direction to sit and turn off her phone. The conversation drifts to her work; she says she's an esthetician, business has been slow, and she's trying to build her brand. He talks about opportunity, tells her she's the right person, and she nods, saying she came in with a positive attitude, smiling as she says it. She answers everything easily, her voice steady, her body language open. She says she's thirty-one, single, last hooked up a couple months ago. When Tyler joins, her laughter mixes with his teasing. He asks what she's thinking, and she says she wants to suck it, her tone turning playful and sure. She repeats what he tells her, breathless between laughs, and when he asks what she likes, she says the rougher the better. He asks about friends and she says she has a few who are just like her, that she's bi, that she sometimes hooks up with women, saying it matter-of-factly and smiling as she speaks. The quiet afterward feels light. Honey keeps laughing as Tyler calls her nasty and says she's amazing. She tells him she feels good, better than when she arrived, and calls it a successful interview. When he asks about her friends again, she says she's for real, that she has a handful who'd be down. They joke about her spicy friends, and he tells her to grab her bag and clean up. She thanks him and heads for the bathroom, voice soft and amused, her laughter fading as the door closes.