It wasn’t a date, because he wouldn’t allow himself to call it that, and it wasn’t with Professor Eppes’ girlfriend, because apparently Charlie was an idiot when it came to anything besides numbers on a black-board.
She came right out and asked the question.
“A triple agent; how does that even work?”
“It works great until you wind up with your best friend pointing a gun at your head.”
She shook her head, telling him he had to do better.
“Take every stupid thing you’ve ever done in your life and multiply it by a thousand.”
That she could understand.