She turns the corner and inhales sharply, walking straight into a headwind that slips past the loosely-tied scarf at her neck, darting down her collar and inciting a new spray of goosebumps across her forearms. The phone had come with his personal device preprogrammed ( thoughtful ), and Maria’s already got the line humming in her ear. The purpose of the call is twofold, and as she passes a window display of twinkling lights and tinsel ( already? ), she can’t help but think that the conversation is seasonally appropriate.
“Looks like you updated the model, Osborn- this thing is sleek.” A clipped pause, she turns her head away from the wind. “And timely. I never got a chance to properly thank you.”