It isn't an imposition, but you're free to do as you please.
[ Dan Heng sleeps on the floor of the archives, after all. Who is she to tell Gallagher that he can't occupy whatever space most suits him? Maybe a room isn't necessary for someone like him--whatever it is that he is. Maybe she's just imagining him.
The martini glass in her hand feels real, though. It tastes real when she takes a delicate sip. It's strong and sweet and creamy, the bitterness of the coffee and the burn of the alcohol concealed by the other ingredients. ]
Delicious. [ Then she gestures back to all the neatly-organized bottles. ] Why don't you pour something for yourself and join me? I'm not paying you to be on the clock.
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[ Dan Heng sleeps on the floor of the archives, after all. Who is she to tell Gallagher that he can't occupy whatever space most suits him? Maybe a room isn't necessary for someone like him--whatever it is that he is. Maybe she's just imagining him.
The martini glass in her hand feels real, though. It tastes real when she takes a delicate sip. It's strong and sweet and creamy, the bitterness of the coffee and the burn of the alcohol concealed by the other ingredients. ]
Delicious. [ Then she gestures back to all the neatly-organized bottles. ] Why don't you pour something for yourself and join me? I'm not paying you to be on the clock.