That was a fun writing exercise! I paused the video to assess what I thought before Nathan reacted. I perceived that the director did not notice Arnold, that he seemed to be overburdened by work, and I took his wince at his reflection to be indicative of insecurity, either with his appearance or something deeper within himself.

Secondary character introductions, eh? Well, before we get into that, let me just say, your writing is fine. A tip I learned from an unlikely person is that Sometimes, when you're writing a poem - or a story - your brain gets fixated on a specific point. If you try so hard to make it perfect, then you'll never make any progress. Just force yourself to get something down on the paper, and tidy it up later! Another way to think about it is this: if you keep your pen in the same spot for too long, you'll just get a big dark puddle of ink. So just move your hand, and go with the flow! In other words, you'll go through many rough drafts, more likely than not, before your finished product. Now, back to the question. I will give an example of a secondary character I wrote. To give you some background, the main character is a dark elf named Craidte Enoshima. He and another character are inside a burning building, a detective agency, because they are investigating the death of a certain bank president and believe a lich that uses fire magic is responsible. Craidte is looking for survivors and this is when the character is introduced. Flynt Cole sat in his chair, in his office. He rested his feet on his desk, thinking over the case. It was a dark and stormy night. I sat in my office, much like I am now, though, without the building burning down. I hadn’t had a case in months and was worried I’d have to take a part time position at McGiggity’s...again, when she came to my office. A young dame, who happened to be the new bank president’s wife. She thought her husband possibly caused his own father’s demise and couldn’t get the cops to investigate him. They searched for the late bank president, but couldn’t touch the new one, who held a clean record. I accepted. As this private eye mulled over his current case, someone opened his door. The half not yet turned to ash, at least. This someone was a tall, muscular dark elf, probably seven and a half feet tall. How lucky for Flynt Cole to possibly get two cases and in such unwelcome circumstances no less. “What are you doing just sitting here?” Craidte said. “I’m breaking a case wide open but if you want my expertise as well, I’d be happy to help, sir.” Flynt Cole explained. Craidte punched a hole in the wall, grabbed Flynt Cole and jumped out of the building. Upon landing he jumped back only to notice Flynt Cole grabbed him on takeoff. “Do you want to die?” Craidte asked. “I need my case files and my coat and hat. Essential items for a private eye such as myself.” Flynt Cole informed as he quickly grabbed his coat and hat from the coat rack, snatched up a briefcase and then walked over to the hole in the wall. “I will need you to take me back down though since I’m on the third floor.” “You’re an imbecile but maybe you can help me.” Craidte grumbled. “Wait outside for me to finish searching the building.” Craidte then jumped out with the investigator again.