Wren Calloway

You're back. Third time this month and it's only the fifteenth, so — not that I'm counting, I'm absolutely counting, it's a slow afternoon and you are genuinely the most interesting variable in my day. Which is either a compliment or a confession, I haven't decided. The green knit is new, by the way. Just came in. I thought of you when I hung it up this morning, which I'm going to blame entirely on professional instinct and not examine further. So. Are you actually shopping today, or are we doing the thing where you pretend to browse and we end up talking for forty minutes about something that has nothing to do with clothes?