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She wasn't exactly waiting in her chair for the response, but Irina couldn't deny she stayed close. She dried her hair. She hung up the towel and grabbed a decaf tea from the kitchen, giving her mother a hug on her way back. She flopped belly down on her bed with a book only to stare at the pages without reading them. Would he reply back tonight? ''Or will I have to put up with the suspense til tomorrow? Or God, what if he never answers back? Christ, DiSanti, you're not in high school waiting for your boyfriend to ask you to the prom. Chill.''<br><br> | She wasn't exactly waiting in her chair for the response, but Irina couldn't deny she stayed close. She dried her hair. She hung up the towel and grabbed a decaf tea from the kitchen, giving her mother a hug on her way back. She flopped belly down on her bed with a book only to stare at the pages without reading them. Would he reply back tonight? ''Or will I have to put up with the suspense til tomorrow? Or God, what if he never answers back? Christ, DiSanti, you're not in high school waiting for your boyfriend to ask you to the prom. Chill.''<br><br> | ||
| − | She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She'd had plenty of opportunity to stare at it in the past year and she knew every bump and dimple of its topography. Occasionally it had held answers to her problems when working a case, trying to piece the evidence together. ''Is this what this is? A case? A case in what?'' She shoved for the foot of her bed, the better to hang her head over the edge to eyeball her monitor. The email icon was blinking. Twisting upright she got over there and parked herself at her laptop and opened the message. Read it. Looked askance.<br><br> | + | She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She'd had plenty of opportunity to stare at it in the past year and she knew every bump and dimple of its topography. Occasionally it had held answers to her problems when working a case, trying to piece the evidence together. ''Is this what this is? A case? A case in what?'' She shoved for the foot of her bed, the better to hang her head over the edge to eyeball her monitor upside down. The email icon was blinking. Twisting upright she got over there and parked herself at her laptop and opened the message. Read it. Looked askance.<br><br> |
''Huh.''<br><br> | ''Huh.''<br><br> | ||
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“Thank you for flying with us tonight, Ms. DiSanti. We look forward to seeing you again soon.”<br><br> | “Thank you for flying with us tonight, Ms. DiSanti. We look forward to seeing you again soon.”<br><br> | ||
| − | Irina shook hands with the pilot and stepped off the plane. The jetway was tight against the fuselage but the air from the outside made it a humid and stifling walk to the boarding gate. The AC managed to greet her on the last third of the way down and by then her sleeveless silk shirt was sticking to her skin. The sudden chill made her shiver, her bare arms clothed in gooseflesh. Irina put up with the inevitable physical consequences and strode for the main concourse and the escalator to the street level. As airport terminals went, it was a modest one. Sporting only four gates, | + | Irina shook hands with the pilot and stepped off the plane. The jetway was tight against the fuselage but the air from the outside made it a humid and stifling walk to the boarding gate. The AC managed to greet her on the last third of the way down and by then her sleeveless silk shirt was sticking to her skin. The sudden chill made her shiver, her bare arms clothed in gooseflesh. Irina put up with the inevitable physical consequences and strode for the main concourse and the escalator to the street level. As airport terminals went, it was a modest one. Sporting only four gates, distances between planes were short. Everything was spacious, brightly lit, and well laid out. Irina eyed the broad windows and the skylight overhead. In daylight the terminal would be positively dazzling. At well after nine in the evening, it glowed like a jewel box and the reflections against the night outside shone on the glass. Gripping her soft leather briefcase in one hand and flipping her linen jacket over her shoulder, Irina scanned the lobby below as she descended, looking for her ride.<br><br> |
Ray spotted her immediately, her briefcase and professional attire setting her apart from the rest of the casual tourists getting off the plane. "He liked her on first glance. She strode with purpose and with focus, and those were two things Ray looked for in someone he planned to work with." As always, Ray's voice was not loud as he spoke, audible to someone close or someone paying attention, but at this time of night, very few people were playing attention to anything but leaving. He held up his sign saying "DiSanti" and waited for her to approach.<br><br> | Ray spotted her immediately, her briefcase and professional attire setting her apart from the rest of the casual tourists getting off the plane. "He liked her on first glance. She strode with purpose and with focus, and those were two things Ray looked for in someone he planned to work with." As always, Ray's voice was not loud as he spoke, audible to someone close or someone paying attention, but at this time of night, very few people were playing attention to anything but leaving. He held up his sign saying "DiSanti" and waited for her to approach.<br><br> | ||
