My backpack buzzes.
My cell.
Walker: What are you doing?
I should work. I have a lot to do.
But I have all night. A little break can't hurt.
Iris: Thinking about you naked.
Walker: Ditto.
Iris: About me or yourself?
Walker: Myself. I'm too fine. It hurts.
Iris: It's true. Looking at you is like looking at the sun. If you do it directly, you'll burn your corneas.
Walker: It's my curse.
Iris: Is this a booty call?
Walker: At four in the afternoon?
Iris: It's happened before.
Walker: To you?
Iris: My lips are sealed.
Walker: What are you really doing?
Iris: Trying to decide on my summer internships.
Walker: What are your options?
Iris: There's a great one in New York.
Walker: Manhattan?
Iris: Yeah. And a few here. Well, driving distance. One in San Diego. Did I tell you I went to USCD?
Walker: Take that one.
Iris: Won't you miss me?
Walker: I'll be at your place every day off.
Iris: Surfing every morning?
Walker: Of course.
Iris: You do seem like the San Diego type.
Walker: What's that mean?
Iris: You know exactly what it means.