Inside, the socializing and posturing continued. Desperate authors trying to be witty and charming, jaded agents and editors trying to be interested.
Outside, the night was cool and refreshing. She sat alone, by the pool, drinking a beer and thinking about not thinking.
"Nice hat," the voice behind her said. "Mind if I sit down?"
"Thank you," she replied and motioned to the chair on the other side of table. He sat down and picked up the nametag she had laid down on the table.
"Caitlyn Johnston. One of the minions."
She snickered and really looked at him for the first time. "Anon, actually."
"No, you won the fractured parables contest. I'm EE."
She laughed again and took another swallow. "Sure you are. An editor tag does not an EE make."
"Seriously, I told you I had blue eyes."
She looked over into his seriously blue eyes.. "That you did. Mind if I call you by your first name?"
"Not at all. I suppose I should offer to read your manuscript or give you some advice or something. You know, since you've been such a loyal minion and all."
"Well, E, I have a better idea." She winked and smiled. "Just for tonight let's pretend I'm not a writer and you're not an editor. Tomorrow I can go back to being a desperate author and you can go back to practicing diplomacy. But, for tonight, let's talk about something interesting that both of us can get excited about."
He swirled his drink, clinking the ice against the glass. "And what would that be?" he asked, more than a little curious.
She took a deep swallow and looked out across the pool. "Let's talk about you. What you like. What's your favorite ice cream?"