Right at noon, he met her at the cafeteria entrance, and they both went about getting their meals. For Craig, a sub sandwich and chips. Lauren had a decidedly healthier angle: a salad of mixed greens, an apple, and kale chips. After they had each paid, they headed to a quiet part of the cafeteria and found a table with a nice view of Lake Michigan.
At Craig’s prompting about how she had known his name and when she had come to work for her dad’s accounting firm, Lauren opened up and shared liberally. She was a psychology major just a few years out of Northwestern. She had a myriad of interests that hadn’t yet lined her up for a reliable full-time job, and her father had suggested she work at the firm until she could land something more permanent. She’d been working in HR, which explained h
