KISAREL.
The words 'Minnesota' kept ringing in my head all evening, even as I sat at the table across from where my boss was having his business dinner, staring at the same page of my notepad for the last twenty minutes without reading a single line of it.
I had been a bit too distracted, even when I arrived. I had arrived at the restaurant to find Oceans already striding through the entrance, so I had simply fallen into step beside him the professional way — no casual greeting exchanged, no acknowledgment beyond the brief, sideways glance he gave me that moved over my dress and came back to the front without comment. We looked like two people who had spent the whole day doing nothing but being professional.
We took our respective tables and focused on things that were important to us.
