“Well, I know you’re not fishing for an invitation to the next Trek party, because you have Mandy’s email and phone, so you can ask her.”
“I have
just about everybody’s email and phone.” He grinned triumphantly as he settled
down at Franny’s desk, which faced mine. Nice of him not to sit on my desk and
look down on me. That was a power move I always resented. Sometimes I considered
ramming people’s ankles with the footrests of my chair in response.
“Besides,
the ship isn’t having a New Year’s party.”
“So that
means you’re free?”
Ah ha! We
finally touched on the reason for his visit.
“I’m very
expensive, and don’t you forget it,” I shot back.
That got
raised eyebrows, then a more relaxed grin as he sat back in Franny’s chair. It
conveniently tried to collapse into the full recline position, which it was not
constructed to do.
While he
struggled to get upright again and put Franny’s three sweaters back in place on
the back of the chair, I fought with the paralyzing realization of the
implications of his question. He wasn’t asking me to go out with him for New
Year’s, was he? Why in the world would he do that?
“I’m
busy. Working,” I said, when he was sitting upright and gazing hopefully at me
again.
“Great.
New material?”
“Not sure
yet.”
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