She looked at Tobey. “I’ll take another one of these cranberry-pineapple concoctions.”
Niveah looked at his glass curiously.
“Just juice. I don’t drink,” he announced.
She removed her tablet from her bag and loaded up the application she needed. For nearly twenty minutes, they talked about the program and his stats. Niveah was surprised at how adept Tobey was at understanding what she was doing and how the application worked.
“I actually have a spreadsheet I created with my stats in it.”
“Would you mind sharing that with us? It would help with accuracy.”
“Sure. I’ll zip and send a copy to you guys later.”
She quickly did something on her tablet.
“I’ve sent you the link to our cloud box. You can just drop it in there.”
Feeling that the business part of their conversation was winding down, Tobey turned on the charm.
“So, are we having dinner now or should we make another date?”
Here we go, she thought. Niveah chuckled lightly at his bold assumption. She sat back in the booth and looked at him squarely.
“This was not a date, Tobey. This was a business meeting. We probably won’t see each other much after this as I’m reassigning your part of the project to someone else as soon as Jake goes on leave.”
Shot down again. Nothing he did was working and he just wasn’t sure why. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her. At that point, he just decided to come out with it.
“Every single time I see you, I get the strange feeling that we’ve met before or know each other from somewhere. Have we? Did we—”
“Slow your row, there,” she responded quickly, holding up her hand to forestall that thought. “We didn’t do anything like that.” She heard him sigh with relief, but he still scowled. “You really don’t remember, do you?” Confirming that nagging suspicion he had when they met, Tobey eyed her more intensely. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t, would you? It was for the Burlee charity, the one for Lupus. You were my prize…”