[Kim beams as she meets him; that's her man, his open enthusiasm a stark contrast from the crowd of restrained and professional people inside. It softens her shoulders and has her slipping a hand along his side as they meet.]
Hi.
[She's not nearly inebriated enough to overlook his breath, but it doesn't matter. She'll humour him.]
I'm in a bullpen right now, but... [She leans her temple against his cheek so she can catch his line of sight. He's warm. She measures her route in and out: how deep the elevators sit in the sprawling lobby, the path she'd walk through the offices. Her desk is crammed amongst dozens of others, and she has to crane her neck to see a window. It's fine. It's temporary.
She adjusts his finger to some rough approximation.]
One promotion and I'll have an office here. [Over slightly.] Two... [And again. A finality on her voice:] Three.
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Hi.
[She's not nearly inebriated enough to overlook his breath, but it doesn't matter. She'll humour him.]
I'm in a bullpen right now, but... [She leans her temple against his cheek so she can catch his line of sight. He's warm. She measures her route in and out: how deep the elevators sit in the sprawling lobby, the path she'd walk through the offices. Her desk is crammed amongst dozens of others, and she has to crane her neck to see a window. It's fine. It's temporary.
She adjusts his finger to some rough approximation.]
One promotion and I'll have an office here. [Over slightly.] Two... [And again. A finality on her voice:] Three.