[A couple things happen at once. For Martin, the note itself seems to come alive, words becoming legible suddenly. Jon's voice loud, clear as day.
Why are you here?
The cat is watching Martin intently, then turns its head the other direction, to some noise of a lock opening on the other side of the room, far and away hidden in the bookshelves.
For Tim, the receipt comes away easily without knocking the barriers. But the text on it reads differently than he may expect.
2016 February xx
Tim: I mean, it is kind of a big deal.
Jon: No, I know. I just. There was you and Sasha, and then not, and - And now I'm about to be your boss in a couple of weeks...
Tim: Hey. Hey, I know. But we? Are good. We aren't going to change.
Jon: You sure about that?
Tim: Yeah. You're my friend, Jon. It helps I know a lot of your secrets. So, y'know, if you get too up your own arse-
Jon: Tim, you cannot tell anyone about that.
Tim: Don't worry, your rock career is safe with me.
The transcript goes on from the rest of the night, but it's there in Tim's hands. Secure and preserved.]
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Why are you here?
The cat is watching Martin intently, then turns its head the other direction, to some noise of a lock opening on the other side of the room, far and away hidden in the bookshelves.
For Tim, the receipt comes away easily without knocking the barriers. But the text on it reads differently than he may expect.
2016 February xx
Tim: I mean, it is kind of a big deal.
Jon: No, I know. I just. There was you and Sasha, and then not, and - And now I'm about to be your boss in a couple of weeks...
Tim: Hey. Hey, I know. But we? Are good. We aren't going to change.
Jon: You sure about that?
Tim: Yeah. You're my friend, Jon. It helps I know a lot of your secrets. So, y'know, if you get too up your own arse-
Jon: Tim, you cannot tell anyone about that.
Tim: Don't worry, your rock career is safe with me.
The transcript goes on from the rest of the night, but it's there in Tim's hands. Secure and preserved.]