She had time for a quick swallow of coffee before the bell rang.
"He didn't go no farther."
She sighed. "Well, he won't come out. I can't make him."
"He'll come sometime." They leaned back against nothing, waiting.
"You're blocking my grid."
Dutifully they stepped into the narrow corridor.
She slammed the door. "They are going to stand there until you go out."
Ferren drained his coffee cup. "I'll settle here, then."
"If you—"
He tutted. "Thank you for the lunch invitation."