I barged in through the front door, still not fully recovered from the sprint between subway and destination. At a solid seventeen minutes late (for my first test shoot, no less), I panted my way through first introductions, and could hear nothing but the blood speeding through every tiny vessel. As we proceeded from penthouse to rooftop, I tried to engage in light chatter.
“How are you doing today?”
She was probably doing much better before I showed up late.
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