“Are you good for anything? Besides your obvious talent with your tongue.” [So very tempting to just call him on it, but time is running out. Time is running out terrifyingly fast.]
[One deliberate glance up and down that long body, very cool, just to see if there are any buttons there to be pushed.]
My tongue is plenty talented.
[He sniffs, somewhat indignantly, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. In his opinion, in the time it’s taken her to question him, she could have called a cab.] There’s a couple of bookstores around, close by, if you don’t want to take the suffering half hour hike across town.
“This book is too old to be in a bookstore.” [And time just ran out today.] “Skip that. If someone comes looking for me in a minute, I wasn’t here.” [She tries to bolt sideways into the nearest room, whatever it happens to be, and finds it locked.] “Shit.”