Snack Express Service Expectations

After waiting a few moments to let Lucas compose himself post exhausting phone call, Miss Calculated walks over, entering into comfortable conversational range with him.

“You have ‘an in with Calc,’ hmm?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and an alarmingly polite smile.

‘Ah shit, did I insinuate something again?’

[Hrmm, not quite. But it was fairly brazen of you. At least you openly said it in front of her, instead of trying to be covert, yet still overheard by one of them.]

‘Eh?’

“Ah, er, if you’re not cool with me sayin’ that, I won’t do it again. Sorry? I just figured that normally you wouldn’t bother lookin’ over random loans, ‘specially when it’s so...” Even Lucas manages to realize that casually calling thirty thousand dollars a small amount in front of her would probably seem pretty rude. Just not soon enough to stop his lead-up for it.

Miss Calculated’s smile softens into a more genuine one, a trace of amusement flickering across her face.