“Please, call me Ric. Mr. Saltzman is my father… and every other man in my family who was blessed with a name like mine.” Again, he offered her his best smile, but it came across softer this time - wearier. If only she knew how thankful he was that she wasn’t about to press the matter. “Ah, the elusive Jeremy Gilbert. I’ve heard things, but I’m afraid I haven’t had a chance to see for myself. You know he didn’t show up today?”
“I was going to comment on that, but you know, didn’t want to be rude. Figured I’d asked you enough questions,” she remarked, tone light. A small smile curled at her lips, only for it to fall, irritation flashing in green irises. “I didn’t know, actually. I’m sorry about that, he’s generally a good kid, but -- let’s just say it’s complicated.”
