Who: Alex, Danny What: curry! When: July 6, evening (forward-dated) Where: Alex's new favorite Thai restaurant Rating: PG Status: complete
It was typical for Danny to spend the last hour or so before any social engagement dreaming up excuses to beg off. But nobody had any computer issues that would compel her to work late, and the headache excuse was just lame, so, in the end, Danny found herself following Alex as a hostess led them toward a table in the center of the restaurant--a table both women politely but emphatically rejected in favor of the shelter of a booth. Danny leaned back and perused her menu.
"So what do you recommend?"
Serious conversation could wait for a while. Police work was stressful, whether the job involved walking a beat or sifting through the evidence left at a crime scene. Her co-workers needed decompression time to successfully downshift into their off hours, or so Danny had decided, wisdom gleaned in five years with the Boston PD.
Her own work kept her safely away from violence, vice, and the cynicism that came from dealing with criminals and victims all day, but Danny got a front-row seat to much of it anyway, thanks to her telepathy. A little transition time never hurt anyone.
She flipped to the back of the menu and fired off a second query before Alex could reply to the first, eyeing the page dubiously when the expected cocktail list failed to appear.