She suggested the walk.They had paid, and she had said, without preamble, that she wanted to walk for a bit, and he had said yes, and they had walked. Her neighbourhood, her streets, two blocks from the estate, the city she knew the way she knew most things in her life: precisely and by choice.The air had the quality of late autumn, cool without being cold. He walked beside her at the pace she set. Not behind, not ahead. Beside.They talked.He would think about it later, the specific quality of talking to her on that walk as opposed to every other conversation across four years. Not the conference room or the covered entrance or the restaurant dinners. This one was different in the way that things were different when they had no frame around them. No professional necessity. No management of what was or was not happening. Just two people walking.She told him about a meeting with the Geneva contact that had turned into something interesting. He asked questions because he wanted the
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