"Angel, I think Mr.Martini should find a new secretary!" Atlas pronounce, biting into a cookie.
After their sweet moment in the kitchen, Meredith had insisted they go out into the garden to get some fresh air.
They sat on the bench in Atlas's garden with Meredith's head on his shoulder as they enjoyed the view of the vast landscape that laid out before them.
"And why is that?" Meredith asked, raising an
eyebrow.
"Because you, my friend, need to open up a
coffee shop or something."
Atlas said, his eyes shining with admiration for her.
"I can invest in your mini coffee shop if you ever make up your mind."
Meredith chuckled. "Well, if I ever get fired, I'll know exactly what to do."
"No, I'm serious!" Atlas said. "You'd be an
amazing chef! Your cooking skills are really good. For someone who eats the best food prepared by famous chefs, believe me when I praise your cooking skills.
"Please, you're just being nice." Meredith waved off.
