Tim was running late, as usual. Sometimes it was impossible to leave the lab without having to stop and talk to someone. Today it was Director Eskridge wanting to know where he stood on Tim's current project. Even the last name of Dugan didn't exempt one from deadlines.
Tim walked in carrying his
travel mug and a tablet under his arm.
He smiled when he saw Sammy and he could feel the familiar skip of his heartbeat.
"Pigtails! Sorry I'm late," he said as he slid into the booth across from her.
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