Streets of Edge, Wednesday Night (NFB-Distance)

[findingelena]

Elena wasn't nervous. Actually, that was the weird part. She wasn't.

She had left work, showered, and changed into a dress that felt like it was appropriate, but not Trying Too Hard. And then, she and Tseng had gone to dinner, at one of the few nice restaurants Edge had

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[turk_mailman]

"Only twenty?" Tseng almost managed the slightest hint of a smile at that. It hadn't been a bad evening. Nothing had caught on fire, no buildings had toppled down on top of them, they hadn't stumbled into any riots in the streets, and the company had remained pleasant the entire time. "That isn't even enough for a potion."

She knew him entirely too well. Her twenty gil would be well-spent, if he'd been willing to take the bet.

"At any rate, I have my doubts that your secretary would let me get anything finished in the morning if she came in to find me seated at my desk with a night's worth of work sitting beside me."

[findingelena]

"She's not my secretary," Elena laughed. "And I think she'd be happy to see you'd actually taken the night off."

Mrs. Sheffield did not approve of how much Tseng worked. Or how little sleep he got. Or how little he paid attention to proper meals.

"She might have locked up behind us, out of spite," she added.

[turk_mailman]

Mrs. Sheffield clearly didn't believe in things like productivity.

"Which I would expect of her, if she was the last one in the office," Tseng noted. "Fortunately, I do have the keys."

What sort of Director would he be if he didn't have the key to his own office, after all?

[findingelena]

What sort of Turk would he be, if he needed keys to get into his own office, anyway?

"I hope you're not expecting me to go back," Elena said lightly. "It'd be depressing to change back into the suit just to file."