"You're a pal, Breighton." Her elbow hits the desk and she pushes her fingers through wavy hair.
He's totally playing Pac-Man, but what else is new. Unless he's playing World of Warcraft, of course. "Majorca sounds lovely," she admits. "Or Nice. Maybe Monte Carlo." She's pretty sure Majorca has trees, and thus pollen, so she makes a sympathetic face. "You'd probably be fine at the beach."
She'd never dream of trying to replace the computers.
He's totally playing Pac-Man, but what else is new. Unless he's playing World of Warcraft, of course. "Majorca sounds lovely," she admits. "Or Nice. Maybe Monte Carlo." She's pretty sure Majorca has trees, and thus pollen, so she makes a sympathetic face. "You'd probably be fine at the beach."