"Kavinsky," he said, taking her hand and shaking, a little dubiously. "Wait, seriously? Seriously, just--?"

Kavinsky laughed a little. He didn't even know what minimum wage was--back home, or here in Darrow. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head a bit. "No interview or anything, whatever. That's it."

He blew out a breath. "Probably don't want me on the fuckin' phones."