I love a happy ending,” she said, fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop. “Here comes mine, now,” I said as Derek approached. “Hmm, chiseled jaw covered in stubble. Carelessly worn suit. Ooh. Eyes like the deepest point in the Caribbean.” “I like to think of them as a glacier blue,” I told her. “Glacier. Nice.” Her fingers danced over the keyboard. “I’m standing right here,” Derek said.
