Not the best position, or most comfortable, to let her cramped legs sit in for hours. But she was bone-tired. And if she took this home, she would probably fall asleep rather than get it done. After creating a few sketches of what she wanted tomorrow’s results to be, she set those aside and concentrated on the schedule for Sunday. The doors opened behind her and she glanced up, blowing out a frustrated breath when hair fell into her eyes, obstructing her view. But the person approaching wasn’t at all who she expected. “Forget something?” Dan shook his head, then nodded. “An apology, for one.” She set the pen and pad down on the floor and leaned back, watching him silently. “I’m sorry for assuming. You’re just so...” “Short?” she supplied helpfully, a corner of her mouth twitching. She could see the amusement in it now, since she’d cut her pout short by half an hour.
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