Davidson's [POV]
"What do you want for lunch?" I ask Sofia about half an hour before my regular lunchtime.
"Whatever you're having," she says.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed from the hours of waltzing we've put in. I've mastered all the ones she introduced, but I insisted on practicing, claiming to get anxious when I have to do an audition. "I might screw up if I don't commit the entire thing to muscle memory."
Thankfully, she bought the bullshit and I got to hold her the entire morning. Which was awesome. Nancy's permanently fired.
"You don't have a preference?"
She shrugs. "You're the boss."
"But you helped me with the waltz, and this is your first day. It's a 'thank you and welcome' combo lunch. I do it for all my assistants."
I can hear Benedict screaming, What the fuuuuuck? in my head. But he isn't here to protest.
Her lips curve slowly into a smile. "Well... In that case..."
"Go ahead. There's no limit or budget or anything."
