In the guest room, I saw familiar faces, along with Dr. Reynolds. Now, there were six of us in the room.
After a short while, Dr. Hayes entered the room from the kitchen with a tray full of iced coffee.
"Help yourselves. Please. If anyone prefers regular coffee, just let me know."
Once everyone settled into their places, the conversation began to flow.
I was asked about how I liked the facility; some congratulated me on the Abel Prize, but soon the conversation drifted away from me to the center.
The senior professors talked about their personal interests. Dr. Reynolds even planned a mountain trip with Mrs. Hayes and Dr. Clément, a bald man in his forties.
While the others chatted among themselves, Olivia decided to turn towards Veronica. "Veronica, you mentioned you play the piano. Do you play solo or with a violinist?"
