Two pairs of trembling hands lightly touch my desktop. The boys-who-don’t-get-blown-up appear seconds later. “Excuse us, She Who Taps The Keys, we are looking for some of our friends who have gotten lost.”
“Haven’t seen anyone since yesterday. How’s your project going?”
They look at each other and then back at me. “What project?”
“The one where you ask me questions, of course. What did you think I meant?” Maybe I should grab them too. Nah, there are enough people wondering where the two are that I already have.
“Oh, that. Quite well I think,” says one.
“Marin and Nekar have been happy with everyone,” says the other.
“Have they now. What about Ms. Wildstar, is she happy too?”
“Haven’t seen her-”
“For a couple days,” finishes the other.
“I hope she’s not missing too.”
“No, she’s off-”
The other one jabs him in the side with his elbow. “She’s taking a break.”
“Of course. I’m sure she’s tired after arranging this project.”
“She had help.”
“Did she?”
“Um, we’re supposed to ask you a question today,” says the one who did the jabbing. “If you were behind on your word count and were going to pull and all-nighter to catch up. What would your playlist of inspirational music look like?”
The pens in the cup begin to rattle. I talk a little louder to cover the noise and put my hand over the cup, stilling the pens inside. “Seriously? Didn’t we cover this with the last question you two were up here?”
“I suppose we did. So no music then?”
“I have been inspired by certain songs, such as when I was working on the novel you two came from, but no, not when I’m actually writing. No music. In fact, even when I’m plotting while driving around town, I turn the radio off.”
“Silence. Got it,” says the one with the loose lips.
“But you’re not good at it,” mutters the other one as they creep back over the edge of the desk.
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