"Right," Kevin said, finishing up his fifteen-second chicken scratch outline. Even though he hadn't made as much of a dent in his actual assignment as he would have liked, he wanted to hammer out this pitch before the enthusiasm of the moment passed.
He closed his computer and started to pack up, throwing an apologetic glance or two at Oriel.
"Sorry, I want to ring my editor at the Prophet, I think this could be a thing if I push it hard enough," he explained. He felt bad for abandoning Oriel, though, given how well they were getting on.
"Tell you what, I'll make it up to you. Let's go out this weekend, swap war stories. First round's on me," Kevin proposed. He was proud of his quick-thinking and ability to find compromises and solutions.