Lena's POV
Diana chose a French restaurant in the Upper East Side that was quiet and small and had clearly been her regular place for years judging by the way the host greeted her.
We sat by the window. She ordered without looking at the menu and I did the same and for the first ten minutes we talked about the food, the neighborhood, a gallery she'd been to the week before. The kind of conversation that wasn't the conversation yet but was how you got there.
Then she set her glass down and said, "How is it actually going? The job, the city. All of it."
"Well," I said. "Better than I expected it to."
"The Mount Sinai position suits you."
"It does. Ademi is good to work alongside and the surgical team is stronger than their recent output suggested. They needed direction more than talent
