“Ah, do you have ginger ale?” No, he didn’t have ginger ale. Who had ginger ale? “Coke?” Ilya asked. Shane Hollander gave the impression of someone who had expected to be disappointed. “Just water is fine.” Ilya busied himself with a glass, ice, and water while Shane Hollander spread his paperwork out across the breakfast bar. Ilya delivered the glass and leaned against the other side of the bar, taking the main in. “You have freckles,” he said with delight. “I have a CPA,” Shane Hollander said without looking up. He reached into his plain black briefcase and pulled out a plain black glasses case, from which he pulled a plain black pair of glasses and put them on. Ilya palmed his phone and typed without looking. <i>Do you think it’s too soon to propose marriage?</i> The answer came almost immediately. <i>To your boring tax man? Ilyusha, if you owe the government that much, just flee the country.</i>
#wipwednesday - more #HRfic or specifically taxfic