Nick could read. More importantly he had eyes and over the past weeks since all the problems with the accident in the pool house where her brother had been so badly hurt then the near riot at the gay rally, he had seen Ms Paige get more and more strained and her appearance go from sleek slenderness to fraught and over wrought skinniness.
He thought it was a big pity and had intended to go over and say, "Hi, how ya doing?" but Dr. Webster got there first and she was just plain scary. Odd how some beautiful women made a man feel glad to be alive, and some made you feel stupid and childish.
So Nick carried on fiddling with the air con until she was gone, and then got himself a coffee and ambled in Olivia's direction.
"Hi," he said. "How ya doing? Is - um - your air con in your apartment working okay?"