Conscript

To my mortification, it was not Hortus. A youthful woman wearing wiry glasses and a black turtleneck replied with a blank face.

She tilted her head at a laughing Alain, and teased a smirk as she brushed aside a stray strand of her tucked dark hair. « He’s a funny one. »

« He’ll be in your care. Not every day you get served by a future famous author! »