Making An Appointment

"You're friends with Bob. That's good enough." At a red light, he pulled out his phone and looked for a free time slot. His mind spun. He had an easy "in" with her. How long before she would trust him? "I'm free the day after tomorrow. In the late morning?"

She continued to stare at him. "Okay," she said, but he hadn't really sold her on the idea.

Go in for the kill, he thought. "Maybe I can take you to lunch?"

Her mouth formed an "O.” "That's what this is about."

Gus shook his head. "It doesn't have to be." He'd miscalculated. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't date cops."

"I'm not a cop anymore."

She waved her hand. "Splitting hairs." She glanced out the window again. "How did you get into computers in the first place?"

"You're very inquisitive for not wanting to date me."

Miriam leaned back in her seat, an emotional as well as a physical pull back, he decided.