“And we’ll probably have to reinforce the bar if we want people doing body shots off of it.”
“Tiffany,” I warned.
“Geez, it was a joke.Lighten up, Sam.”She chewed on another handful of crisps.“I’d like to hear your ‘alternatives’.”
I took another look at the room.The walls were nondescript; the light gray paint faded to a muted color that only added to the hollow nothingness that the place exuded.
Warmth was needed.Woods, metallics, stone.Natural materials.Something earthy, elemental.A far cry from anything I’d designed over west.
And maybe that was why I was suddenly reluctant to share my ideas with her.
This was the first time in a long time that my reputation was on the line, that I was putting myself into something that could fail and would have consequences for me if it did.
There were no safety nets this time.No backup plans.No business partners to weather the storm with.
It was just me.And for the first time in a long time, I was nervous.Determined but nervous.And Tiffany was the last person I was comfortable sharing that with.
Firmly locking away those feelings, I ran a hand along the bar, feigning deep concentration.“I think perhaps you’re right.”
A spark ran through my veins as she visibly startled.It was nice knowing I could affect her composure as readily as she did mine.“Come again?”
“We’ll definitely have to reinforce the bar.”
For a moment, I worried her eyes would roll out of her head.
