“Coffee. If you don’t mind.” Aiden said, rather relieved. Tea wasn’t for him and now he was going to smell faintly of mint all day, and have to hope that the tea didn’t stain as it dried. He didn’t have time to go home and change, and without a car he’d be on public transport all day looking as if he’d had some sort of accident. “I thought I might send one of our photographers round later to get a few shots of you?” He suggested, glancing around the apartment. The lighting wasn’t the best but that could be fixed. “I think from what you’ve given me and my own research there’s the basis of a good story here. There are a few more people I want to see, to get their stories too and then maybe I’ll check back with you and go into a bit more detail if I need to?”