It was warmer inside than outside and much louder than Quin anticipated.It was not a pub; wooden tables, dim lighting, a chalkboard menu with many words already rubbed off, but it had a Friday-night atmosphere of people who had escaped their offices and did not want to go back to work yet. Eli had taken a table near the window. Once he saw her, he stood up, and the simple pleasure of being awaited settled into her chest like a pleasant surprise."You made it," he said."You sound like you had doubts.""I had hopes, not doubts. Doubt seemed too arrogant."She took a seat. Their knees were practically touching, but neither of them moved away. Looking at him closer, she realized that he did not look like the man who leaned on the partitions with folders in hand, but somebody who chose a particular table on purpose. The scar above his eyebrow glinted in the dimmed lights whenever he smiled.When the waitress came, Quin ordered wine without thinking twice. Eli ordered a beer and mocked t
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