Cath's brows went up at the cursing he heard as he opened his door. All right, he soundproofing was clearly a bit too good in his office. Which was likely a good thing considering a couple of Mae's lengthier visits to bring him coffee. But he liked to be aware when somebody was in the library.
Especially one attacking the copy machine. Or trying to chat it up. It was difficult to tell.
And no, he wasn't suggesting that out loud. This girl wasn't any older than Mae had been when he met her. He was a lot of things, but he didn't talk about chatting up anything around wee little girls.