Anastasia laughed. "This is certainly true. And I don't know about anyone else, but I'm not refuting Shakespeare."
"No, no, no. We wouldn't want to do that," Sypher said with a little smile, then rested his hand on Anastasia's shoulder. As though a switch had been flipped off, Anastasia stopped laughing and turned to look at him. "I was wondering if I might borrow your opinion on something, Anastasia. In my office."
"Yes, sir. Of course," she said and stood, then paused to look back at Jason before digging in her purse. She produced a white card that was covered with colorful paint splatters and bore her name, her home and mobile number, and her office number at the university.
"It's been wonderful meeting you, Jason," Anastasia said as she slipped the card into his hand. "Perhaps a bit later you'll call me and we can discuss your tour?"