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“So, this is her, the famous reporter in the flesh. I’ve heard a lot about your work, Miss Lane. Heard you left The Planet rather dramatically. How... hm, fortuitous? Is that the word?” Jake put out his cigarette on the brick wall behind him. He’d been waiting for her. She was a smart woman and she had to keep an eye on herself considering her line of work, so he didn’t want to spend long learning her schedules and patterns before approaching her.
“Why don’t I buy you a late night dessert? A cup of coffee? I know a good place.” Ominously stalking forward from the shadows didn’t usually inspire an open conversation but Jake didn’t really know how else to emerge from anywhere. “We might have something interesting to discuss.”