She's right. He won't believe her, if only because he has nine years of friendship, almost ten, to draw on in that regard. He holds up a hand, waving it absently in her direction, and then finishes addressing an email to the editor in charge of his section, before sending off what appears to be a row of future pet adoptions.
Only when that's done does he turn around, still in work slacks and a blue dress shirt, and eye her. "Aren't you early?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-20 12:48 pm (UTC)Only when that's done does he turn around, still in work slacks and a blue dress shirt, and eye her. "Aren't you early?"