“Trust me!” the woman proudly declared, quickly writing that factoid down. “It’s definitely from a…”
Her phone suddenly buzzed on the table and both of their heads darted towards it, looking at the object curiously.
The researcher set her clipboard down and answered the phone, Emilio sighing.
Guess I won’t be able to leave right away, he thought gloomily. And here I thought I would be in and out in no time...
The woman began talking with the person on the other line calmly, nodding occasionally.
“Yes, how may I… oh! Hello, Mr. Withers… yes, I am currently conducting the milk test like you requested. Just started with the first person of the… ah-huh…”
Emilio sighed again, louder and more annoyed. He folded his arms, tapping his fingers against their sides as he stared at her. As he did, his fingers began hitting something…something that was not there before a moment ago.