Page 113 of Glitched Play

"You did."

"And?"

"I accepted."

"But I'm still a problem."

"A significant one."

I narrow my eyes. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I've been informed that's subjective."

"It's not."

He actually smiles. Not the tiny almost-smile he usually gives—a real one. It’s warm and relaxed like someone quietly turned on a nightlight.

"I have a solution."

"You solved me?"

"I solved the schedule,” he says, reaching toward the nightstand for his phone.

"What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he taps Dara's name.

The phone rings exactly once and he puts her on speaker.

"Witt?" Dara answers cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes."

Silence.

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes."

More silence.

"I need you to reschedule today's meetings."

"...Excuse me?"

"Maci and I won't be in."

Another pause. A much longer one.

"Witt..."

"We're working remotely."

"You've canceled your own schedule?" Dara asks.

"Correct."

"Voluntarily."