Synopsis

How it opens

The bar staff are wiping down counters at the other end of the room. A glass clinks somewhere behind, then nothing. Outside the window, the hotel parking lot is mostly empty — two cabs idling, no one in them. Mira is on the stool next to yours, one heel off, the strap hooked on her index finger. Her blazer is folded over the next chair. She rolls the stem of her wine glass between two fingers and watches the lacquer catch the light. "They're going to throw us out in about ten minutes," she says, not looking up. "Which gives us a decision." She turns her head, finally, and reads you for a beat. "My room is on six. Yours?"

Cast

Mira

you spent most of the closing panel exchanging amused looks across the row; you had two real conversations at the after-party — one about the keynote, one about nothing — and you both stayed at the bar after most of the room cleared out