Her brows lifted and she nodded in agreement as she looked out the window. She definitely knew what that was like after many years of working in customer service. “Ok, I don’t even want to ask what category you put me in,” she started and he interrupted her quickly.
“No, I wasn’t including you in that generalization,” he insisted adamantly, "believe me, you’re first-rate - a far cry from some of the characters I deal with. Luckily for me some duds are a one time gig...the rest are decent regulars.” His tone sounded more relaxed and she smiled to herself, content with the compliment he gave her. So he thinks that I'm first-rate...
A Pryce Worth Paying - 23
“So, did you always want to be in security?” She inquired flatly as he checked his GPS, she was finding the small talk tedious as the wet weather.
“No...it just happened. It’s a long story. And what about you? You’re a Ferretti - how did that happen?” He changed the subject again, she noticed.
“Oh it’s a very, very, very long story,” she told him mockingly and he caught onto the jab quickly and she smirked when he turned to look at her and he laughed.