[Booker appears pleasantly surprised and Evelyn basks in his astonishment, because there's very little more satisfying than taking hold of a situation by the horns and directing it precisely where she wants it to go. She clicks the pen once again and leaves it on the table.]
Standard work hours.
[Lacing her fingers in her lap Evelyn contemplates the likelihood of him actually calling her. This far into the conversation and it seems a sure thing, surer than any other encounter thus far.]
no subject
Standard work hours.
[Lacing her fingers in her lap Evelyn contemplates the likelihood of him actually calling her. This far into the conversation and it seems a sure thing, surer than any other encounter thus far.]
I'm free on Saturday.