It took some time for Christian to calm down. But it was relatively quicker than what she would have taken. Perhaps he had just gotten better at masking his emotions and that was something she could say with certainty.
None of them talked while eating breakfast. It had gotten cold, but no one said anything about that. The coffee was awful, so Grace decided to not have it at the moment. The cold eggs were a nightmare, she could certainly enjoy a hot cup of coffee after this.
When she was finished, she was the one who collected their plates and loaded them up in the dishwasher. Then she started on the coffee again.
"Did you think about it?"
Startled, she yelped and turned around. He was casually leaning on the counter and kept his elbows on the top. When did he even get here and how was it that he made no sound with it?
"Um," she cleared her throat, "are you talking about the job?"
"Yes."
