“Oh, but you did just say it. Roughly a second before saying the same thing, but with “never” in the mix. Let’s go get dinner, friend.” Conveniently, in the process of grabbing her keys off the table, Skye saw her phone light up with a message right next to them. Her mouth formed a straight line as she read it, raising her eyes to look at Trip when she’d finished. “Or not. Remember how I said everyone I know is busy? So is Jonathan, who’s supposed to have a class in an hour and a half, and, somehow, out of all the people in this building, I’m fit to take over. Me, a hacker, teaching information security. You can call your imaginary other friend if you want to, I’ll just nap or,” she motioned to the panel, “deal with this.”
“Oh, no no no. I’m not having my best girl ditch me on our ‘date’,” Trip said, wrapping his arm around her and jostling her playfully. “You don’t owe Jonathan shit, by the way. SHIELD, maybe, but if you really have to go… there’s no law against letting other professors sit in on your class. Especially if the other professor brings takeout.”
