Summer pulled up outside the Tower at five minutes to eight, sliding neatly into a conveniently abandoned parking space. She suspected Anthony’s reply to her offer of drinks had been a joke, but she planned to make him hold to it nonetheless. There was too much that intrigued her about him, the scattered bits of real information among the tabloid rumours and gossip column titilations.
Above all else, he was still a genius, someone who would be able to outthink and anticipate her, and that was a challenge not to be foregone.
[text] I’m waiting for you.