Apparently you can tell how busy someone was at work by how much they write in a day XD
The things we forget She doesn’t like him.
He’s cold, ruthless – walks around with a gun tucked away behind his back and he pretends not to know but oh – if anyone knows anything at all, it would be David Riedmaier.
She doesn’t think much of his friend either, that Cal Bishop – but he knows that too. They both know, and neither of them seems to care.
But then they both go and do the unthinkable.
There are two presents waiting for her on Christmas morning, and she remembers. She’s seen many things in her eventful life, but beneath their titles, they were only human.
I'm not...
If there’s one thing they won’t do, this would be it. But here they were sitting across from each other, a pot of tea sitting in front of Saito, a deck of tarot cards sitting in front of David. The Merchant speaks up first, his voice soft and his words hesitant.
“I can’t give you an exact date, the way you can.”
Saito silently acquiesces by pouring David’s cup of tea.
In the end, it is David – always David – who backs out.