I head downstairs and run into Margie C. on the way to the station. She is waiting for Ruchama to pick her up and drive her to work. She usually walks there but today she overslept. So did I, and I text a colleague to let him know I’m going to be in late today.
I see Nomi G. She is heading towards the station, and goes in ahead of me, without seeing me. I get inside and through the turnstiles, and a blonde woman on the platform smiles at me. She is dressed in finely pressed black pants with a pair of very shiny heels beneath them. Her shirt is royal blue.
On board the train, the blonde girl sits next to me and smiles again. She takes out a small book, with “Exotic Options” written across the top. The text is about pricing Asian options using Black-Scholes, and there is a lot of math on the page, most of which she is trying to work out as she reads through it. For a moment I think of offering to help, then I remember than I don’t actually know this person, I just blog about her.
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