Julian laughed once more - it was pretty much the last question to ask.
"Tonight, you can just hang out, enjoy the atmosphere. Be here at five o'clock tomorrow and Ysolde will start you with some restocking," he replied easily, glancing at the woman once more and giving her a nod. She returned the gesture, giving no sign of whether or not she approved of the new acquisition, though Julian required no such approval. It was his club, his decisions.
Eyes trailing back to the younger woman sitting in front of him, they narrowed a piece as his hands fell back into his lap. Part of him was itching to check his phone in the back, another to double check the set up for the band because one of the instruments sounded a little off, and yet a third part wanted to interrogate Fiona further because not only did he like knowing his staff on a personal basis, but something about her seemed vaguely...familiar. Julian wasn't one to forget a face easily.
"So from New York to California - that's a pretty huge move."