[This is the point where she just has to take a second to laugh at herself, scrubbing a hand over her face. The look she gives Saul is the non-verbal equivalent of what on Earth are we doing?
God forbid she stop playing whatever game this is first, though.]
Lucky for you I have an entirely open schedule. Should I pencil you in for tomorrow?
I'm so fucking done
God forbid she stop playing whatever game this is first, though.]
Lucky for you I have an entirely open schedule. Should I pencil you in for tomorrow?