She smiles sweetly, tucking some hair behind her ear with one hand and reaching out to press manicured fingers to the other’s arm.
Then, looking deeply into their eyes: “I do desire we may be better strangers.”
squinting at her reMarkable tablet, deirdre has the clip end of her stylus pressed up against her bottom lip. the witness' statement that she's studying just isn't adding up, and her notes seem to be taking her in circles.
dramatically, she tosses the stylus +
but, you know, it's not a bₐd ᵢdₑₐ. deirdre shannon doesn't have those! no, this is a great idea! because, if she's got any luck on her side at all, maybe nancy--
well, maybe she'll help her get an actual byline.
she stares at her phone, dreading dialing.