"Oh, be still my beating heart, I think I just fell in love!" Marla said with a bit of dramatic flair, clearly teasing as she smiled over at him, reaching out to pick up the card. "If this is legit - and I don't got any reason to think it's not - you are an angel. Seriously, I'm sure you understand how big this is for someone tryin' to break into the biz," she said, joking aside as an incredibly grateful tone took it's place.
Her eyes went wide at his next offer, though, and she just stared at him for a few beats as if she couldn't quite believe her ears. And then that bit about Brett sank in, and she looked at him sadly, reaching across the table as if she would touch him but not quite making it there. "I'm so sorry. It was devastating enough just hearing about it." And it was unsaid but understood that she could imagine just how devastating it must have been and continued to be to live through it. "But comin' round while you, Colby and a few others are jamming? Uhh, yeah, you can definitely count me in." She pulled a pen out of a pocket and grabbed an extra napkin that seemed to have been brought over with the cinnamon roll, jotting down her name and number on it and sliding it over to him. "Just let me know when." And she didn't care if she had to skive off work for it. There was no way in hell she was passing up the chance to jam with him and his band.
"When what?" Emily asked as she came back to the table, catching only the end of the conversation, though she had seen Marla write something down and push the napkin toward Connor. She sat back down and lifted her coffee to her lips, wrinkling her nose when she realized it had cooled off a bit too much for her liking. Oh well, she thought as she took another sip anyway and set it back down.