[ He recognises Evelyn's voice over the wooden creaking of fresh coffee. ]
It's me, I'm here.
[ The cubicles are actually fairly good hiding places, at least from certain angles. He stands up, curious how Evelyn is doing in such a blatantly futuristic and anything-but-Egyptian setting. ]
Hey, how are you holding up?
[ And that would be the moment he realises that her eyes aren't fixing on him (or anything else) the way they normally would. ]
Then I'll simply never tell you. :3
It's me, I'm here.
[ The cubicles are actually fairly good hiding places, at least from certain angles. He stands up, curious how Evelyn is doing in such a blatantly futuristic and anything-but-Egyptian setting. ]
Hey, how are you holding up?
[ And that would be the moment he realises that her eyes aren't fixing on him (or anything else) the way they normally would. ]