"Did you know my father wanted me to be a banker? But I didn't have enough interest." Whitley definitely not reading off his hand.
Tᴀᴘ. ᴛᴀᴘ. Tᴀᴘ. ɢᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴄɪʟ ᴀᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇ. Uɴғʟᴇxɪɴɢ, ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ, ɪs ɪᴛ’s ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʟɪᴘʙᴏᴀʀᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛᴀɴᴛ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀssɪɢɴ ᴀ ɴᴜᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴊᴏᴋᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sʜᴏᴡɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛɪsᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀsᴘᴇᴄᴛs, ʜɪs ɴᴏᴠɪᴄᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴅ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. Sʜᴇ sᴡɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴄɪʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, sᴡᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʀᴀsᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅs. Iᴛ ʜɪᴛs ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʟɪᴘ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ, ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʟᴍ. Iᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛs. Iɴɢᴇɴᴜɪᴛʏ ɪs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙʏ sᴏ sʜᴇ’ʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʟᴜs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
Hᴇʀ ᴡʀɪsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴄɪʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sᴄʀɪʙʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs. Sʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ sᴏʟɪᴅ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ (ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜs sᴄᴏʀᴇ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ. “Vᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ Wʜᴇᴀᴛʏ MᴄSᴄʜɴᴇᴇᴛʏ!”