As the elevator opens, Becky looks up from her desk in the main reception area. I smile and lean over the counter, but she’s got her headset on and by the way she holds up one finger, I know she’s talking to someone. Halfheartedly I listen to her one-sided conversation, waiting until she’s free so I can ask her who that boy is and where Danny needs me, in that order.
While I wait, a young man walks by, tall and cute, with tanned skin and darker hair, a smarmy grin, and an oily laugh. He winks at Becky in a smug way I just know would set Joel off. “Steve,” Becky mouths.
“Not my type.” Then, because she spoke to me first I assume she’s able to chat, so I ask, “What about that guy from yesterday?”
She points at the headset and looks away, concentrating on the call.
Fine. I can wait.
