They had met when the scientist had come to watch the sales training on a long lunch. The attraction was instantaneous and they would both confess to replaying this first encounter as they fell asleep in their beds that night. He would remember her hair as being slightly redder, her sweater slightly tighter, but the smile he would get just right. She would remember his look as shy but flirtatious, his tie as red but very thin, and that his sandwich was an Angus beef patty with butter head lettuce, Roma tomatoes on a sesame seed whole wheat bun, and a glass of 2% milk.
As they talked these are the things she came to know first: the scientist was kind. The scientist was lonely. The scientist came alive when he told her about his hobbies about catching butterflies. When he admitted he always set them free, she felt dizzy and giggled for no reason.

Did I say can? Because I swallow my consonants sometimes. N't, n't. Can't come in.
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N: We're from that government safety place?
E: Is that a question?
N: Government safety place.
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N: I’d really like to get out of this car soon...

And though he couldn’t hear her, Ned suddenly wanted to tell her everything: pet peeves and favorite foods, his fears, his dreams and all the pure joy she had brought into his life.

C: What is that?
N: That's for... um... steering emergencies.
He lied.
C: Perfect. Just what I thought.
She lied, too.