“So basically anyone’s hair?”
“Yeah,” she said. “You don’t need to mention that I’m between jobs or anything. Just that I’m available to help.”
“Of course,” I said. “I’m sure she’d be delighted to spread the word.”
“Thanks.”
“No worries.” I pursed my lips. “Lucy?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I’d never let you lose your place or sell your body.”
“To anyone but you?”
“Okay, I admit I was thinking it, but I wasn’t going to say it.”
“I know you too well.”
“Seriously though,” I said. “Everything’s going to work out.”
“I know.”
“I’m sure the universe has something really good lined up for you to make up for this shit.”
“It would be pretty crap if it didn’t.”
“I have a good feeling about it.”
“Maybe you should ask your Magic 8 Ball?”
“I don’t have to. I already know what it would say.”
“What’s that?”
“Outlook good.”
“I’ve never wanted that thing to be more right.”
“You want to get dinner tonight?”
“Not tonight,” she said. “Maybe this weekend?”
“Sure,” I said. “Whatever you feel up for.”
“Thanks.”
“Maybe I could show you my new office while we’re out?”
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course.”
“How about I pick you up Saturday afternoon? I’ll take you to see my new office space and then we’ll get some dinner- drinks- make a night of it.”
“Only if I can get good and drunk and crash in your comfy bed.”