O Muses, O high genius, aid me now! (o_muse) wrote in greyhaven,
Mneme stood up to take his hand, placing the second on top in a handshaking threesome.
The muse's hands, by contrast, were soft and perfect and lovely. Her fingernails were natural and beautifully kept. Mneme had tried acrylic nails once in the 1980s and refused to get them ever again. Really everything about her was soft and sort of perfect and she was not marked by a single, solitary scar.
Maybe that would change in the Haze. The thought had never occurred to Mneme.
"Eight a.m. sharp," she agreed. Actually she would probably be at least five minutes early. When Mneme wasn't busy being drastically unprofessional with her previous employers she was a very good assistant after all.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" When Mneme left she couldn't help but waive to a few of the officers that may or may not have been staring at her. Everyone was so friendly.