Our eyes met across our desks, but my hopes sank when Eames looked away immediately.
She didn't reply to my "Good morning," and barely acknowledged the coffee I'd brought for her. She opened her laptop and began typing.
"I'm testifying against Stoat this morning," I said. "Do you-"
"I have paperwork to do," she said, hurrying to the printer area. She didn't come back for ten minutes.
Eames' temper was legendary, and I knew she required cooling-off time, but how could I make up with her if she shut me out?
My life was in chaos. If I could get my partnership, my relationship with her, back on track, I believed I could begin recovering in other areas, too.
She hadn't asked for a new partner – that was a good sign. I had to hope she'd talk to me again, eventually.
In the meantime, I'd keep bringing her coffee.