“Your card?” She echoed, reaching out to take them, even as her skepticism swam over her. There clear in black and white was his name. Avery wasn’t a stranger to magic tricks, but short of dragging this encounter out longer (something neither of them appeared to be in favor of at the moment) she didn’t see any other option except to pocket the cards. “Fine then, if you’d like to take this somewhere else or call another time.” She sighed, taking a step back and purposefully not moving to give him anything of hers that might help him identify her. “I have appointments open next week.”
