I paused mid-clipping path to check my inbox. There, to my disbelief, sat a bolded message in response to a rather straightforward email. I must have looked surprised, because she let out a muffled groan, knowing I had other plans.

“Parker,” It read, “Flattery will get you everywhere. Where to? 928-555-2819 ;) -Eli”

I felt color flood my cheeks and she rolled her eyes, knowing what I’d just done. The expression of amusement wouldn’t leave my lips for anything. On her way out, she gave me a congratulatory wink.

“It’s about time, Thompson. Call me tomorrow.”