Nate and Grace were both sitting in the president's office. It was a quiet setting, due to soundproofing done last year, they could not hear any of the other bands practicing in the club studio. Because summer was going on, the cool wind of the AC was covering the whole room. Little rays of sunlight were coming from the half-closed drapes. They were landing right on the coffee table next to the president's desk. A nice white modern couch was resting behind the table. Grace took a seat on it, while Nate was leaning on his desk. She was able to see a small storage room on the other side of the room with a mini-fridge and some files inside.
"So, what was this ex thing that made you so upset?", Nate broke the silence.
"Nothing, I prefer not to talk about it, it's all Mika's matter anyway.", Grace replied looking down on her hand as she was twisting her ring.
"It's alright. I understand that", Nate told with his usual gentle and comfortable tone.
