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.
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But he means well. She can’t deny that.
“Alright, I’ll meet you for drinks or something.”
Win-win, she figures.
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"You drive a hard bargain," he says, finally daring to give her a little grin. "Sure. I can do that."
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“Good. I’m fun to drink with.”
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"I got that about you."
He gets up, and then seriously holds his hand out to her. "Here's to the future, huh?"
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“Here’s to the future,” she repeats. Surprising that there is one at all. “Good luck.”