“Really?” he responds, amusement in his voice. “Let’s see what you’ve written.”
“Nothing,” she sighs, pointing at the blank screen and empty note pads.
“Why’s that?” he asks pointedly, glancing around the room.
“Because you weren’t here.”
“Neither were you,” he tells her, waving his arm around a room littered with evidence- cell phone displaying social media, half eaten bowl of cereal, empty coffee mug, open magazine, muted television set.
“Tell you what,” he relents, “show up tomorrow, ready to work, and so will I.”