Emma actually grinned. She hadn't even had to beg. This was already working out wonderfully. "Perfect... just let me grab my jacket and we can go. We can go to that little Italian restaurant in town that makes an amazing anitpasto," she told him, all but prancing out of his office.
Now, her office didn't seem so bad, she laughed to herself as she grabbed her business jacket and walked back down the hall to meet him. "What are you driving these days?" she asked him.