Seven o'clock on Friday. Elliot could do that. (He didn't work. It was not as if he had other things to do with his time.)

"I'll be just the right amount of off-putting," Elliot said with a crooked grin, tone cheerful. He still wasn't sure why he thought this was a decent idea — but he'd already agreed, and he couldn't leave her to suffer alone now. So if he was going to do this, he may as well have fun with it.