Auggie was somewhere around track 8 of 'report reviewing' when his phone chirped to life.
"Annie. On the ground?"
"Heading to the hand off."
"Excellent. How about a drink? I'm buying."
"I really shouldn't, but you know what. I'm in. I should be there in about an hour."
"I've got a better idea. I'll grab a cab and meet you there."
"It's not a big deal, Auggie."
"No but it is a good 20 minutes out of your way and by the time you pick me up and we drive to the Tavern Happy Hour could be over."
"I'm not worth a full price drink?"
"Oh Annie Walker, you are worth Top Shelf in my book. But Happy Hour is so much better for people watching. Or in my case, people listening."
"And since I've been gone since Wednesday on this 'business trip' I'll be rushing off for a family dinner and you don't want to spend drink number two alone."
"Something like that."
"Face it Auggie, you are a dog."
"But you still love me."
"Without a doubt." Annie laughed. "I see my contact. I'll see you at the Tavern."