Well, there goes my mental image. What are you wearing, then?” “A long-sleeved black shirt with a white collar. You know the kind. The kind you see on TV. And jeans.” “Jeans?” “Is that so shocking?” I heard her lean against the side of the booth. “A little. It’s like you’re a real person.” “Only on weekdays, between the hours of nine and five.” “Good. I’m glad they don’t put you in a crisper between Sundays or something.” “They tried that. Too much condensation.” I paused. “And if it helps, I normally wear slacks.”
