It was a good question, and one that Delaney had asked herself many a time. "I… don't know," she admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't really care. Except that she gets kind of skittish, I suppose, and I want her to feel comfortable, because I really like her."
There. For better or worse she had said it. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete mental case, inviting you out to lunch and then oversharing like this. Please, let's talk about you. What do you do?"