She clears her throat. “I seem to recall the last time I saw Nathaniel, he isn’t your typical Brainiac, boring scientist.”
Her statement confuses me. “Um, okay. Would you like to expound on that? Does he lack social skills or something?”
Dolly chuckles darkly. “Oh, no, Nathaniel has social skills alright. Perhaps too many, if you know what I mean.”
I give her an exasperated grunt. “No, I don’t know what you mean, Dolly. Spit. It. Out.”
Apparently, I haven’t had enough coffee this morning to deal with Dolly’s evasiveness. She does this all the time. She’s very dramatic and coy.
“The dude is gorgeous. And is somewhat notorious for being a playboy. So, don’t let him charm your panties off you.”
And with that, she laughs into the phone and then hangs up, leaving me trying to envision what a playboy research scientist looks like.
Guess I’ll find out at lunch.
