A Calculated Gamble
He was shorter than I expected. I had taken a plane all the way from Laguardia to Los Angeles and got into the slowest Uber I’ve ever taken up to the California Institute of Technology. Only to be presented with a short, nerdy comp-sci student dressed in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. His hood was on, slouching into the back of the chair with that “I really don’t want to be here” look. If he needed me more than I needed him, I would’ve walked right out of that room.
