“Wouldn’t you like to be temporarily engaged to a man in finance—who is six foot five, with blue eyes?” I coaxed. She peered behind my shoulder nonchalantly. “Sure. Where is he?” Exasperating. “It’s me.” I stubbed my thumb into my chest. She snorted. “You’re six three on a good day, dude. Besides, I know that song. You don’t work in finance.”
