She grimaces; boredom will fuck with her, and she knows exactly how crazy she drives people during dry spells for business. She’s never slowed down in her life, and if she wasn’t popped full of gunshot on arrival, she’s sure she would have gotten up to a whole lot worse.

But he means well. She can’t deny that.

“Alright, I’ll meet you for drinks or something.”

Win-win, she figures.