She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"You're probably smart enough to have picked it up if you needed to, to the extent that's a general intelligence thing."
"I think there's an extent to which social skills are separate, but it couldn't hurt."
"Ah, yeah, I can see how that wouldn't transfer. My father has cop and military background, I think he might find himself taking a liking to being in a position of power. My mother was a nanny, though, she wouldn't have. But patrilinear here."
"I guess my dad might do very local politics okay if he'd been raised to it. He's a very local sort of person. My mom would probably just travel and go to fancy blue parties and slum it in downscale restaurants while figuring this was very exciting."
Grin. "So, I have a client in half an hour so I should get going, but are you free tomorrow evening?"
Eyebrow raise. "Should I assume that's a no on the followup question of whether you wanna have dinner with me?"
"—oh, I suppose that would make sense, wouldn't it. Well, just as friends? You seem nice and interesting and I'd love to get to be your friend."
"Awesome. Here's my email—" He has a business card. "We'll figure time and place out, if you don't have a favorite restaurant or somewhere you've been dying to go to in mind already. I should get going, though."
And she's there at dinnertime, dressed in the same outfit she put on post-swimming but in different colors.
Sahde isn't in the same outfit but pretty much just as casual.
"Hi! Nice to see you again."