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Wired, New Gotham, Monday
No classes on Monday meant Dinah could follow up and apply for internships. Some in person, some online, a couple over the phone. Two of them looked promising but were going to have to get back to her in a week or so, after the background checks were done.

So, coffee time at Wired, with her laptop open surfing for more possibilities. And avoiding her history of incarceration paper. She sent out a text: Bored and caffeinated and jobless. How are you guys doing?

[open for phone calls, texts, or IM chat]

"Hey, I am always a fan of communication," Priestly said. "Just. . . ." He bit his lip. "You know I'm not there, right? I mean, I'm not going to say never, and I absolutely love you, but." But he didn't kiss back. "It's not where I'm at."

"I know." And it stung, it did, but it was a relief, too. A huge one. "That's... kinda why I wanted to tell you this. To hear you say that. So I wasn't, you know. Imagining things." A surge of affection made her smile. "Sometimes, this is gonna sound so weird but. It's maybe, just enough, sometimes? To know I can feel something. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely. And you are more than welcome to crush on me. I promise not to tease you with random mental images of me all oily from cooking wearing only my kilt."

Mean, Priestly.

Which had Dinah hooting with laughter, even if the ache wasn't quite gone yet. "Fine. Then I've got no compunction about sending you pix of me in that satin lingerie you got me. Since you're not 'there' and all."

Take that, meanie.

"Hey, I don't have to be crushing on a beautiful woman to like lookin' at her."

"Yeah, yeah." Just for that, she really was going to do it. Why the heck not? Sometime when he wasn't expecting it. "...although now I'm thinking about it and worrying about cooking burns if you're working only in your kilt, dude."

"Makin' a salad. No hot oil required."

"Be still, my heart," Dinah said, only half as mocking as she'd like it to be. "Because your salad-making skills are the best in the biz."

"That's because I can't help but get dressing all over myself. That's the secret."

"Your klutziness brings aaaaall the girls to the yard."

"I could make a website of it and pay my way through school."

Dinah started snickering, because somewhere along the way the Awkward had dissolved. Yay for that. Although she would be willing to bet that doing this in person would've been much, much rougher.

"See? I knew you'd think of another way to horrify your mom without having to get a facial tattoo."

"But I'd be a successful business man! Just what she always wanted!"

"And all her book club friends would know what you look like shirtless! What's not to brag about there?"

"Think of all the dirty housewife pornographic novels I could inspire."

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