The following morning, Charlie wasn’t dressed in costume, for which he was grateful because kissing her with paint on her face had been gross. But she also wasn’t dressed like a hacker in disguise. She wore a blazer over her dark jeans, and instead of her usual sneakers, she wore a pair of heels. Low heels, so she could maneuver, but still sexy.
“Hi.” He greeted her with a kiss, and he was happy that she returned the affection.
“I figured we could just grab a coffee and a doughnut at the counter. I have a list of people I want to see today.” She led the way to the coffee kiosk outside the hotel’s restaurant. While she walked, she handed him a paper. “Do you know any of these people?”
He scanned the list. He’d come across some at other conferences, but he wouldn’t say he was friendly wit
