"No, not everything on this rack," Brett said, sorting nimbly through the garment rack, "but this one is my design, and this one, and this one here...I mean, I concepted these, it was Griff who instantiated them." Mia perceived from the sudden angry crease on Brett’s smooth brow that Griff was the erring boyfriend. "This older guy, Mr. Quiroga, he’s the owner. We kind of cut a deal with him to carry our stuff."