"Is that jacket yours in the back? You cold or something?" Gahn asked.
"Nope," she replied, her face practically fused to the window as she stared at the shops lining the main street.
"Most of those stores are company-owned, Dahlia. Now that you’ve shifted, you’ll recognize our people, you’ll feel them," he explained.
"Feel them? Oh, I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately," she shot back.
He grinned. "Like what?"
"Never mind that," Dahlia said, waving him off. "You go handle your business; I’ll handle mine. We’ll meet up for lunch in an hour, yeah?"
"You just turned Bram down, and now you’re offering to buy me lunch?" Gahn teased.
"Fine, lunch is on me," she said with a shrug.
"Just so you know, I’m not rolling in cash like them," Gahn added, half-apologetic.
"Doesn’t matter to
