<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ylNDh6G.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Stephanie <br/>Wainwright Young</span></strong><br/>____<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Attorney</strong> </span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Ms. Dubois and I are at a restaurant.  Being on a law student and loan repayment budget for ages and continuing through this day (yes, I am a lawyer, burdened, but a lawyer), I’m quite pleased with the menu.  Affordable, but upscale food never-the-less.  This was her suggestion, does that not mean she picks up the tab?  (It would definitely be best if my client picked up the tab to avoid the question of including it on my charges).<br/><br/>It seems that Ms. Dubois has ‘no earthly idea’ what to expect tomorrow.  Any attempt I make at running scenarios by her, she resists.  Clearly, a feline that lands on her feet, content to claw and scratch through improvisation.  <br/><br/>I wonder if she always says ‘no earthly’ as opposed to ‘who the fuck knows’?<br/><br/>I notice someone (perhaps our third) come in.  To my delight, she is the third!  I do a quick assessment: she’s not a client (no strictures there); I see no indications of attachment (of course, dedicated tats might not be visible); and she scores well on my cute scale.<br/><br/>With the introduction, I risk a wink.  (Probably subtle).  Might Ms. Dubois be encouraged to turn in early and the ‘other two’ (me and she) then start with a nightcap?<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong><br/>____<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>CGDA Cute Girl <br/>Detective Agency </strong> </span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>“Hello Lippy.”  <em>spark, spark</em>—at least that’s my interpretation of the other two now at the table.  I don’t bat an eye at the wink thrown in Libby’s direction.<br/><br/>“We just got here.  Or almost got here.”<br/><br/>“Beer?  Cocktail?  It’s on the Agency.”     <br/><br/>As I look for a server to head in our direction, “I don’t think there’s much to discuss in anticipation of tomorrow.  If we like, we can gossip over what might be happening between Peter and Jaclyn.”  I giggle, “I mean between Mr. Warcaof and Ms. Rosendahl.”  <br/></span>