“Arthur Wasserman at your service!” He said, having to mentally remind himself to shake Tintin’s hand with his right and not his dominant hand. “So you know I want to write of you? She did look efficient, that one. Forgot to ask her number.” (i
Tintin’s handshake was firm, and he noticed the slight hesitation Arthur had before reaching for the shake. His left hand had twitched and went to move. He was left-handed.
“Er, you do?” he asked, a little stunned at the idea. “Um… she likes to keep to herself, really.” Pretending that his “assistant” was someone else was one of the more awkward situations he had gone through, and the author seemed to have a great interest in her. Hopefully he wasn’t too persistent about it…
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“Here, let me take that for you,” Tintin said, taking Arthur’s jacket. He hung it up on a coat rack so it would dry, not...
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The cab ride was short, and soon they were thankfully at Tintin’s flat.”Thank you.” He said, stepping inside. Arthur...
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