After the Office
He had been insisting for five minutes, and I had been declining for five minutes, and we were getting nowhere.
"I'll take a bus," I said.
"You will not take a bus."
"It is a perfectly functional mode of transport."
"The spoiled daughter of the Morgan family," he said, dry and unhurried, "is going to take public transport."
"Yes," I said. "She is. And it is not that bad. You should try it sometime — very character building."
Something shifted at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile. Close enough that I had to look away.
He opened his mouth to push further, and his phone rang.
The name on the screen sat between us for half a second before he picked up. Vanessa.
I turned and looked out the passenger window.
"Hey." His voice had shifted. Careful now. "Yes. I'
