"Not talking about it'll make for a bigger surprised," Emerson said, nodding in approval. "And simultaneously show that you listen to him when he talks. Smooth move, Jack. I feel like I should take notes." He observed the space with a critical eye. It certainly had all the makings of a nice, little coffee shop.
"That? Is fucking solid gold right there. You should definitely jump out of a cake. I'd pay a cover fee for admission just to see that," the witch added, not realizing how much he was probably not helping. "Fuck! You should do a little routine with the strippers as your back up. Sing him like the sexy version of the 'Happy Birthday' song?"