They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter.
"Goren, are you going to tell me what's wrong, or just stammer at me all day?" Eames entered the empty interview room and leaned against the table. She crossed her arms.
He remained in the doorway, flexing his fingers. "I was wondering... I can get these tickets..."
When she realized where the conversation was going, she pulled him inside and shut the door. "What kind of tickets? Broadway? The Yankees?"
"No..." Her eagerness helped him get the words out. "Do you want to, um, go on a cruise with me?"
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