Time to Go

The conversation moved on for a time. As the minutes tick away, the food vanished from our plate. I got so lost in my role of observer and occasional source of sarcastic remarks that I didn't even notice how much time passed. At least until I heard a beeping from my room. The alarm that was supposed to wake me in the morning. A reminder that this conversation was happening at the ass crack of dawn

"Sandra, don't you work today?" I pointed it out, more to myself then to her.

"Yes, I do actually." She pulled out her phone. "Aaaaaaaand I'm probably going to be late. Maybe I should head out?" She looked to me, like it was a request, then laughed. "Oh screw it, I'm not going to make it in time any-"

"Go. Go. Go." I shooed her with my hand. "We can hang out another time."

"It's been a pleasure talking to you, but you really should go." Paige bowed. "I don't want anything bad to happen on my account."

"You're both terrible. Fine. Fine." She sighed and stood up front the floor. She stretched her arms up, like a cat who'd been in place too long. "Martin, walk me to my car, please?"

"It would be my pleasure." I laughed, rising to my feet as well.

Paige sent off a last smile, and then retreated to the kitchen with her and Sandra's dishes. My eyes briefly got caught on Paige's thighs. A fact that Sandra seems to have noticed, based on her playful grin.

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