[ He waved a hand, pointedly pouring a drink, formulating the right response, or trying to. Maskin was, well, an import author. He had some things to say about imports, and he'd very obviously spoken with some, but the crime was looking too comfortable with imports.
Even a pro-import writer needed to look uncomfortable, wary.
He'd always put on the facade, and he did so now, a slightly nervous smile. ]
Ah, so you two are-- [ He pointed at the two of them, around his drink, before he sat, finally taking the most ginger of bites, chewing around it, before drowning it with the drink. ]
no subject
Even a pro-import writer needed to look uncomfortable, wary.
He'd always put on the facade, and he did so now, a slightly nervous smile. ]
Ah, so you two are-- [ He pointed at the two of them, around his drink, before he sat, finally taking the most ginger of bites, chewing around it, before drowning it with the drink. ]
Wow, it's like I hit the interviewing jackpot.