Visiting Garrick

It was like a dance performed by figures on a coocoo clock. The music always the same, the moves each having their correct time and place to be made. So Corbin went through the motions again; knocked on the door, entered, smiled, gave the body language to indicate respect for a officials, greeted and asked his question for work. Social interaction almost always felt like this to Corbin, no matter what variation they took. The conversation had already taken place and people were simply doing the moves as they came.
So Corbin stood now in front of the Summer king, waiting for a response to be choosen on this little merry go round Corbin had started.

"Yes, I'd like to speak with Garrick, please." Corbin put the Summer king's first name in his request to increase the level of assumed familiarity. Friends and close associates were more likely to be let in without an appointment. Then again, Corbin knew that some people liked to have more warning that friends were coming than they wanted for simple aquainances.