At three o'clock sharp, Avery and Logan sat at the European round table in the garden. They were surrounded by the pleasant smell of flowers and pleasing twittering. The wind slowly brushed against the bushes.
It was a place to relax both one's mind and body. But the environment became so stiff because of Logan's presence.
Logan's behavior was majestic like a king, which brought indescribable pressure upon others.
Logan took a sip of espresso, "How are you doing here?" He had papers in his hands while reading them.
Avery said unhappily, "Not good." She was forced to the afternoon tea. Who would be used to it?
Logan didn't take his eyes off the paperwork the whole time, "You'll get there." He was a workaholic.
"Why don't you tell me how you'll let us go. We're not close. Sitting like this is embarrassed. What do you think?"
Logan turned a page over and lowered his head, "Do you need to name a price for your stay?"