if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
'Oh yeah? Then how'd you get that cut?' Tobi asks automatically; if they weren't going from raining cats and dogs, to one of those cats scratching him, then he had some 'splainin' to do. But not really, Tobi was just teasing. Quickly, she'd learn how poorly that went over.
Accepting the cloth, Tobi unfolds it for just a moment. Something about the colour tickled the back of her mind, but the feeling was gone as soon as Finn addressed her. Interpreting his words as banter, the secretary offers him a bright white smile for his troubles and tucks away the cloth without a second thought. 'It was the...' Searching for the file marked Miller, Tobi frowns as her mind grows completely blank. "..the..." She stalls, before straightening, file in hand. "It's called the Iris Agency." Handing Finn the file, Tobi exchanges it for the planner.
"Wednesday afternoons. Got it. Is that date night with the mrs's?" One of them had to ask it.
Accepting the cloth, Tobi unfolds it for just a moment. Something about the colour tickled the back of her mind, but the feeling was gone as soon as Finn addressed her. Interpreting his words as banter, the secretary offers him a bright white smile for his troubles and tucks away the cloth without a second thought. 'It was the...' Searching for the file marked Miller, Tobi frowns as her mind grows completely blank. "..the..." She stalls, before straightening, file in hand. "It's called the Iris Agency." Handing Finn the file, Tobi exchanges it for the planner.
"Wednesday afternoons. Got it. Is that date night with the mrs's?" One of them had to ask it.
October
