I look up to see Tristan approaching.
‘Are you busy?’ he says.
I think of my post-holiday to-do list: twelve tasks and counting.
‘Could you witness the signing of a contract – if you’re not too busy?’
I glance in the direction of my boss.
‘Yes,’ I say, ‘that’s fine.’
I start to rise.
‘I’ll come and get you when my sister’s here,’ he says, ‘in about five minutes.’
‘Your sister? OK.’
I turn back to my computer screen. He could have asked any number of people: Tobias, Ryan, Harriet who sits opposite him…. I glance again at my boss, before bending to root around in my bag for a tube of lip gloss. Lucky I put on make-up this morning. It wouldn’t do to look sleep-deprived when meeting my future sis– oh for fuck’s sake. Frowning, I focus on the screen.
The minutes slip by.
I’ll say something really daft probably, offend her. ‘Hi!’ and a smile. That’s safe. I can’t say ‘I’ve heard so much about you’, because I haven’t really. I must remember not to say her name.
It’s definitely been more than five minutes.
I mutter words under my breath, looking for the best phrase for an email. This is good. I should be working when she sees me for the first time.
More like ten.
He rounds the corner. ‘Don’t worry,’ he says, ‘it’s fine. Harriet witnessed it.’
He walks away.