The two desks in the room were identical in every way except the direction they faced, but April ran her hand along one then the other as if evaluating the nap of a fur coat. She finally settled into the chair of the desk to the left hand side of the entry door.
"I believe I'll claim this one, Mister Slate."
Her tone had a teasing edge and Mark gave her an almost shy grin as he moved behind the second desk.
"I prefer Mark. Save Slate for when you're miffed at me."
"If you call me April."