Lila
Chris was well over an hour, and Lila almost left without him, but she remembered the way he'd visibly relaxed when she said she'd let him take her. Something was going on. And she suspected if she didn't wait for him, she'd find out the hard way. So, she sat in her office and seethed, her fingers tapping, her leg jiggling, as the other staff slowly left, and her tension wound tighter and tight.
Then, when Chris finally buzzed her to let her know the car was climbing up to the drop off/pick up area, and she could come down, she almost fell out of the chair in her haste and frustration.
Her temper was soothed only slightly by the fact that he'd already picked up Chinese and the car smelled divine.
