He waits until Astrid looks up. It might not gain him any particular favors when she sees who it is, but at least it garners a second statement that’s not related to shooing him away. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” he offers, a smile brought across before he gestures with his hand if the seat is still reserved. No one can fault him for not having manners. “A phone call seemed inadequate,” he went on, “especially when I was wondering if you had given any more thought to what we discussed.”
“very industrious of you.” it’s a good quality, she’s sure. but it’s not exactly special when it comes to their particular circle. then again, she’s being glib— given the particular family he’s thrown his hat in with. “i am curious why you chose me.” asher’s requests were easy enough to understand, an old flame still burning. but orion was a different sort, more assured. “pbs could have gotten you any expert you wanted.” which left either social climbing, or just plain old mess. she wasn’t sure which answer she’d prefer, which would bring more comfort when whispered in the eaves of fundraisers and dinner parties. “your twins have quite the resources.”
