"Yeah, how are you?" she asked him. She assumed his comment was meant as a subtle dig, no doubt Ashley had been complaining to him about how Esma never came along to these work events; they were close like that. He driveled on about his classwork while Esma listened dutifully, waiting patiently for a rescue from Ashley who had had already wandered off elsewhere. Thank god she already had a drink, sipping exaggeratedly from the straw of her vodka tonic at least gave her something to do while she pretended to care.
Dull as he was to listen too, Rich wasn't bad to look at. He was tall, a hardy frame complete with thick arms and broad shoulders. He was boyish, with curly brown hair and a thin layer of fuzzy facial hair. He had dimples when he smiled - which was often - a chirpy sort of guy, t
