She ran into Riven in the lobby on a Monday morning, which she was fairly certain was not an accident.
He was coming in from the street as she was crossing from the elevator, and the timing of it had the quality of something that had required mild coordination, though she could not have said exactly how she knew this, and it was the kind of accusation she was not going to make without evidence.
"Good morning," he said, with the easy warmth that was his default. He was carrying two coffees. He held one out to her.
She looked at it. "Is that from the place on the corner?"
"I remembered you mentioned it," he said. "From the break room a few weeks ago."
She had mentioned it. Briefly, in passing, in a conversation, she did not think he was paying that much attention. She took the coffee be
