“So no date,” Manuk replied, her smile ever-present. Not that she expected the rendezvous to be romantic, but it was good for the woman to at least come clean about her reason for being there. Not that she was being entirely open. The fact he was dead and this out-of-place woman was asking about him suggested her interest was not to pick up tips on engineering hacks. “Oh, well, there are plenty more fish in the sea.” She glanced around the cantina, “But I’d choose different waters if I were you – plenty of bottom-feeders around here, if you catch my drift.”
But if not a date, what was the connection? Manuk was tempted to ask her straight, but suspected the answer would not be entirely transparent. Maybe she was a journalist? Or maybe even law enforcement? If Manuk had to bet, she’d put money on the former. But, despite her decision not to ask the obvious question, she had to find out more, so went down a slight tangent to see what she could uncover.
“I don’t take you for the engineering type yourself, the nails are a giveaway. So, what is your line of work?”
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But if not a date, what was the connection? Manuk was tempted to ask her straight, but suspected the answer would not be entirely transparent. Maybe she was a journalist? Or maybe even law enforcement? If Manuk had to bet, she’d put money on the former. But, despite her decision not to ask the obvious question, she had to find out more, so went down a slight tangent to see what she could uncover.
“I don’t take you for the engineering type yourself, the nails are a giveaway. So, what is your line of work?”
@ModernMarvel