Pretty! What do we blow up first?

I haven't looked at this for months, but last night I started thinking about it. And then this morning on the bus (where I do all my thinking), I was struck by an idea, and this is the result of all my thinking. (Sad, really.)

It's a snippet from when Hana and Michael first meet (a completely different idea from what I had originally thought).

It's been a while since I wrote so much in such a short time so please excuse any rough patches!

( They’ve sent me the boss’ daughter as a personal assistant. Either they trust me to show you the ropes and keep you out of trouble, or they think I need to be watched. )