Rob: I had a call at midnight with Osaka and then a 4 a.m. call with Brussels and sometimes I hate that I'm good at my job because my job is exhausting.
Magnolia: That is more fucked up than my day.
Rob: What's going on with you?
Magnolia: Nothing important. Just issues with subcontractors and materials and timelines and budgets and also weather.
Rob: Yeah, so, nothing much.
Magnolia: Nope.
Rob: Have you eaten lunch?
Magnolia: Lunch? What is this lunch you speak of?
Rob: Where are you?
Magnolia: Back Bay. Why?
Rob: I'm sending lunch over to you.
Magnolia: You don't have to do that.
Rob: I want to.
Rob: Mortadella and raspberry seltzer, right?
Magnolia: Only if you're having cookies with a side of smoked turkey.
Rob: Give me an address.
Magnolia: Are you delivering this lunch yourself?
Rob: That depends. Do you want to see me?
Magnolia: I wouldn't send you and your cookies away.
Rob: That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Magnolia: It's the first time you've offered to hand-carry lunch to me.
Rob: We can make a habit of this.
Magnolia: Let's see how this one goes before making any rituals.
Rob: Come on! You know how it will go. We'll eat cookies and I'll invite my cock into the conversation and your day will be better for it.
Rob: Also, I want to watch you boss people around.
Magnolia: Is that so?
Rob: Yeah. I need to add some texture and dimension to my fantasies.
Magnolia: Since it's for a good cause…the brownstone at the end of Fairfield between Beacon and Marlborough Streets.
Chapter Nineteen
My date was a renovation disaster.
