She’s right. Not just all of the little favors Giles has been doing for the company, but also how much more relaxed Leanne has seemed in the past month. I mean, writing an e-mail about her love story with Clifford?!

I half expect to get an “unsend” e-mail—one of the most pointless functionalities in Outlook—or maybe even a follow-up message from her once she realizes her mistake. Then again, I also half expect her, in a typical baller Leanne move, to just let it stand, daring any of us to make mention of it.

Either way, I don’t have too much time to ponder, because it’s five fifteen a.m., and I need to get over to the café.

I hurry across the street, putting my hand out to warn a speeding taxi to let me by, and am just about to open the door when I sense movement by the picture window.

Un. Fucking. Believable.

The café has been open for all of fifteen minutes. How the hell did she beat me here? Is she sleeping in the back alley? Is she secretly Evelynn’s roommate?

She smiles sweetly at me—dimples set to “maximum destruction”—when she sees me walk in, then makes a big show of opening her bag, uncapping her pen, and marking something on her crazy chart.

What a waste of a perfect smile. For a second, I wonder what I’d do if she were my client. She’s beautiful, obviously. She’s intelligent. But she’s also clearly unhinged. Could I copywrite that away?

Probably, I think to myself with a smirk. I’m really good at my job.

Scaredy-Toes Zoey rolls her eyes at me, almost as if she can hear my thoughts. I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable at the idea, and vow to ignore her for the rest of my time here. I get my drink, find the table farthest away from the Table of Champions (damn it! . . . now she’s got me calling it something idiotic), and open up my laptop to get to work.

TheDuchessB: Will you take “Random Questions” for 100?

I smile at my screen. This will make it easier to swallow my defeat today.

GreatSc0t: Always.

TheDuchessB: What’s your most embarrassing misheard lyric?

I think about it for a second, but the answer comes pretty quickly.

GreatSc0t: You know that Blues Traveler song “RunAround”? It was on the radio a lot when I was a kid . . .

Though, on second thought, was it? Jude is a few years younger than me . . .

TheDuchessB: I know it.

Oh, well. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to be doing the math.

GreatSc0t: I always thought it said, “Use your violin to speed things up.” And I figured it was about a magical violin that could make things go in fast-forward.

TheDuchessB: Wow . . . that might make it a better song, actually.