At The Luncheonette, Adam squirms impatiently as a makeup artist hovers, trying to eliminate his shiny T-zone. Adam's crotchety because the makeup artist belongs to The San Francisco Weekly, which has come to do a story on the city's newest independent recording studio, complete with photographs. Crosby's cool and collected, but Adam's clearly not hip enough and not ready for prime time. Meanwhile, it's Amber's first day working for Kristina on Bob Little's campaign. Unable to get anyone to tell her where the copy room is, Amber's getting more and more frustrated. Finally Kristina points her towards the copy machine (there's no room), and Amber applies herself, determined to get at least one task completed. When someone asks to squeeze in one copy, Amber emphatically says no, until she looks up to see Bob Little himself, who's kinda cute. But wow, how embarrassing for the first hour of her first day on the job...