"Mr..." Hal broke off as the pen rolled across the table and out of sight. He made a leap for it but missed and his outstretched fingers scrabbled around nothing. Sparing the woman a quick apology, Hal dropped the picture and knelt, looking for the pen. He snatched it up, then promptly smacked his head off the underside of the table.
Today was not his day.
"Mr. Hedley Kow. He's an editor," Hal explained with what little dignity he had left—which was not very much—and resumed his seat. "We had an appointment about..." Hal tried to remember. She didn't know about Mr. Kow, to his dismay. "This town."
Hal rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry." He did, in the very least, remember his manners. "For disturbing you. Can I treat you to another one of those?"
Okay, that went so much better than Talia ever could have dreamed. Usually, when she tried to prank somebody, they did not particularly care, but this guy seriously loved his pen. Giggling, Talia covered her mouth, hoping to disguise some of her elation. She didn't want to embarrass the guy anymore.
"An editor of what?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, still trying to suppress her laughter. "Oh, okay, a meeting about the town. Right, because that's normal." Maybe he was some kind of architect, she thought to herself, trying to understand who this man was specifically.
"Is your head okay?" Talia asked once she'd finally calmed down from the amusement of the situation she had inadvertently (purposefully) caused. "You haven't disturbed me at all. In fact, you've totally made my day," she said cheerfully. "Please sit! You can treat me to another if I can treat you to my number." Smooth, Talia, real smooth. He was cute! And fun to prank, an ideal combo.



















