He knew that the question itself breeched social decorum. Still, he needed to know.
“What are you doing later?”
Lucy was taken aback by the inquisition. His charred, hazelnut eyes interrogating her resolve.
She was unsure of how to respond.
There was truth.
“I have to prepare for the Sotheby’s auction in London. I fly tomorrow.”
And then there was the truth.
“Though perhaps we could…”
She paused. Benjamin was patient.
“Jean Georges at eight?”
Implode. Part LXXV – DK