“This printout business always takes longer than you expect,” Bae warns you. She sits down beside you on the sofa. “Yeah, it’s not the biggest sofa in the world. That’s why I don’t have so many visitors. They bother Frazer anyway; that’s the cat.”
You feel a little awkward with Bae up-close like this; you really don’t know each other this well.
She leaps up and removes the printout from the fax machine. (goto 70)