The chair didn't have a whole lot to sell itself on. It was just a damn chair, no modifications and no upgrades. It just was, it did the job. She was eyeing it like it was something to write home about and Nick leaned his chin down into his chest and coughed as if he was gonna say 'eyes up here' or something like it. He poured the coffee and it splashed into the cup, jumped a little and splattered.
"That too," Nick agreed with her on that front. It was, and it kept on going even without the staff. God knew he couldn't work all of 'em all of the time even if he could afford it; the bank roll of his adopted inheritance kept rolling into the local bank as his parents greased the guilt with liberal application of Benjamins. But all of em off at once? He looked around, "Don't think that's been in question."
Sasha J over at the movie theater could tell her exactly what Nick thought of people kicking off in his place. And it was his place, even if he hadn't done nothing but pick out the coat of paint out front. "You ordering?"