"I know."
She tilted her head, not smiling but not frowning either. "Maybe it belongs there. Maybe someone who needs a story will be browsing chemistry and find it instead. Maybe that's more interesting than order."
"Good thing I like things that are a little out of place," she said. Love Scout
She looked at the coffee, then at him. Slowly, she smiled—the real one, the surprised one, the one that had nothing to do with recruitment or strategy or packaging.
"Because I've spent ten years looking for extraordinary people to give to other people," he said. "And I just realized I'd rather keep one for myself." "I know
Maya stared at him. Then she picked up her coffee, took a sip, and made a face. "This is really bad."
"And what's that?"
"If I say yes, you have to tell me the truth. No polishing. No 'packaging.' If I'm not right for someone, you say so."