"We do, but somehow I don't think Enj and your mate would immediately see the similarities." She laughs.

"I found a paperclip in Enj's hair once. I don't think he noticed. I think he falls asleep at his desk sometimes."

It makes her sad, in a way - it's not as if her boyfriend's workaholic tendencies aren't an obvious attempt at distraction to her. She worries about those days he spends alternating only between the bed and the desk with pages and wine as his companions. But those days seem less now, or so she hopes.