Re: 7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
Max had been picking at the meat on her kabab while Isobel spoke, licking the grease off her fingers and smiling and nodding in appreciation when her name was corrected. She swallowed before answering her. “Second,” she said, “Two oh four; you?” Isobel had the look of someone who came from money, or at least had money, so she was betting she was much higher up in the building than she was. As it was, Max’s apartment was just right for her, she wouldn’t want anything bigger. It was just her and a rambunctious kitten, after all.