Chapter 13

*** Solana ***

Solana stood frozen by the open door to the interviewer's office. Facing the door, facing her was her tall, long lash, brown-eyed stranger from Friday night. He was sitting on a large chair, a laptop open in front of him on the scanty oak desk. 

"Come in." He said without looking up.

She considered turning around and running back down the stairs, out the lobby, and back onto the street. 

But she stood frozen for only a moment longer. When she lifted her legs, they carried her forward into the office. By some miracle, she remembered to shut the door behind her. On shaky, nervous legs, she went to stand in front of the desk.

"Have a seat. Welcome." He raised his head to look at her then, but his eyes did not linger. It was a very brief glance after which he redirected his gaze to his laptop. 

There. He saw her. If he was shocked, he was hiding it well because there was no reaction. Or did he not recognize her?