"Hey look over here real quick."

"What?" James said, glancing over then back to make a turn right.

I laughed. The photo I took came out blurry, but it looked like his eyes were looking in opposite directions.

"Is that for my contact?" James laughed. "Take one for me too!" He said, handing me his unlocked phone.

I entered my name as "Claritin Clear" and took a selfie of just my eyes. Then I added my number and scrolled down to Notes to add "Allergies: none, duh."

James put the car into park, and we got out. The sky beyond the parking garage was just coming out of twilight. In front of us, a woman in a purple pantsuit sipped her coffee as she waited for the elevator.

We smiled at her as the elevator arrived.

"Have you been to this branch?"

James shifted the portfolio into his other hand to press for the 30th floor. "Only once when it opened. I think I was 19 at the time."

"I forget this branch is so recent."

"Yeah I grew up with the Times Square one. My mom used to let me hang out in her office there when I was younger. It's a lot bigger than this one."

"I don't doubt it. Do you miss New York?"

"Not exactly. I find myself comparing things to it a lot, but I don't miss it, if that makes sense. Like when  Howe passed the BB&T building on the highway, it reminded me of 5th Street for a split second."

We promptly arrived on the 30th floor, and as we made our way to the meeting room at the other end of the building, we discussed the best bodegas outside the city--"There are no good bodegas in the city. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise has ulterior methods."

"Good morning, Mr. Crowe. Glad you could join us."

"Morning, Leander," James replied.

"Good morning, Mr. Regas."

I was grabbing the seat next Susan when the already quiet room fell into a hush. Everyone's eyes were turned toward the door where a woman in a white dress had just entered the room behind James.