"Well Marcus Flint's the owner, though I heard he's a complete arsehole. But I guess if you want to run a business like that you have to be," Minerva said, shrugging one shoulder.
She gave Ben a less-than-amused look when he pitty-patted her hand. Minerva stuck out her tongue. "You're loss, sexy. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." She grinned, then shrugged. "Thought had crossed my mind, once or twice. But, you never know who likes what these days. If you want to set me up with anyone, I won't complain."
Minerva pouted, then agreed. "Yeah, don't want to piss off the boss-lady. She can be a real bitch," she told him, then gave Ben a wink and settled down to finish the rest of her lunch before heading back to work.