I watched her walk away and made a mental note to tell Iris that Vivienne's version of flirting involved crisis management terminology and performance metrics. Iris would draw it into her manga immediately. She had been working on a character who spoke exclusively in business jargon and wore reading glasses she didn't need. The resemblance was not coincidental.
The espresso machine needed me back. I returned to the station and found Harlow pouring milk into a cup with her tongue stuck between her teeth in concentration. She was humming something that sounded like an anime opening theme, her body swaying slightly with the rhythm while she tried to create latte art with the foam.
