#Chapter 29: Is it a Date?

It was dark when Charles stood up from his desk and stretched. "I think that's a day, Elena," he said, his voice not exactly weary, but ready to be done solving problems. "That Panang beef you ordered was delicious." "Good," I said, clearing up the last to-go boxes from his coffee table. I checked my phone. There was still no word from Amy. He walked around the desk and lookout out at the skyline. Lights were beginning to come on all over the city. Despite it being later in the day his foot tapped and his fingers twitched. "Did you have time to exercise today?" I asked, suspicious that the energy that still poured from him was due to this. "I didn't," he grumbled. "I'll be thrown off tomorrow." "Why can't you go now?" He turned to look at me and appeared to think about it. "I mean, I know you just ate and all, but don't you think it would be good to get some of that energy out?" "I supposed I could do a few miles on the treadmill," he said, thoughtfully.