Guy grinned. "Best sound I've heard all day."
She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks glowed. "Anyway," she changed the subject, "what's the plan for today?"
He pulled out his phone, switching back into his business tone, though his eyes were still dancing. "We start by scanning through some properties for your company headquarters. Once you pick one, we make a deposit. After that? The glamorous part, networking. Mingling. Letting people know who you are and what your work is about."
She took a deep breath. "Good thing I'm wearing one of my own designs then."
Guy paused and looked at her with startling pride. "It's amazing."
She shrugged, slightly self-conscious. "I didn't actually sew it. I just… sketched it. Then my designer brought it to life."
"Well then," he said, stepping back and sweeping his arm out theatrically like a red-carpet usher, "tonight, you're not just the mind behind the magic. You are the magic. You're going to be your own model. You ready?"
