I’m downstairs in a loading zone. Pls hurry
Also, I have souvlaki
I smile down at my phone and put it away, standing as I do so.
I let go of her hand. ‘I’ve got to go,’ I say.
She looks up at me, smiling knowingly. ‘So, Arthur, huh?’
‘Yep. Arthur.’
‘He’s a good guy,’ she says.
‘The best.’
I take one look at her half-full bottle of bubbles that she’s barely touched and grab it out of her hands. I raise it in salute, she nods back, laughing, and as I head towards the elevator I break into a run, because I’m a busy lady.
I’ve got a cute boy with greasy carbs waiting for me downstairs.