"Coffee…" Eve repeated. "Yeah, I can do that."
Now that she heard it, the idea sounded like common sense. She was trying to be a wine lover all this time but she wasn't and she wouldn't be any time soon. Instead of trying to pretend to be something she's not, she could pretend that the drink was something else.
Because what they would be looking for was the passion in her eyes.
Ambryan turned his chair back around and peeked at the monitor. Emails rolled from the top of his inbox. Several of them bore the red exclamation mark for urgent attention. "I can't help you if they want something more creative though. It would have to be up to you."
"This is more than enough. Thank you," Eve couldn't think of anything else to say. She wished she could find the words in order to fully convey her gratitude. "Sorry for disturbing your work."
"It's not a problem. Hand the phone over to Cale, please."
