Something Creative (One-on-One)

"Perhaps. He sent the order in to kill me, after all."

 

"Still."

 

She grinned, patting his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I don't think you're stupid."

 

“I think you’re wickedly clever.”

 

“I do.”

 

"Absolutely brilliant, in your own way."

 

“That’s what I said.”

 

“You’re welcome,” she said distractedly, her fingers tracing one of the papers on the board. “Where do we get the files?”

 

“From who? That Leifson guy?”

 

"Your key?"