"Mercedes," she amended calmly. "Peer pressure. Very slick. That work for you often?"
He was determined to go out on a sour note, but if she let nicknames get to her, she would have had one hell of a rough life. "Your tactics might be less effective accompanied by a salad than a Tropic Thunder."
She held up the half glass of the beverage she had left. "Maybe I have got better plans. Maybe I'll be working. I get an hour for lunch. You're a good twenty minutes away from the office, so... Forty-five minutes is a lot to ask."
The excuses were a good enough game, but she wasn't trying very hard to make them convincing.