Who: Emma and Aziraphael Where: a classy restaurant What: dinner and corporate takeovers When: seven pm Warnings: none expected.
Emma was at the restuarant's bar, having opted to wait until Aziraphael arrived to be seated. She had a martini, and was toying with the olive, as was her wont, these days.
Someday she would run out of distractions, and actually have to deal with her problems. But until then, denial was the name of the game.