Willow's voice betrayed a certain amount of nervousness. She hadn't planned this out very well, and trying to randomly appeal to a large corporation for money seemed less likely the more seconds she spent on the phone.
She cleared her throat and attempted to sound as merry as possible.
"So, uh... My name is Willow Rosenberg and I own this cooky little shop called the Magic Box and maybe you've heard of it? But if you haven't that's like, totally cool and understandable because The City is weird like that with it being all twisty and ominous-like. But. Um. Anyway! I was sort of hoping maybe as some kind of community outreach or corporate sponsorship thingie that maybe there would be some sort of way that Wayne Tech might fund a sort of project for me and I promise I'm not some kind of crazy person even though I'm sure this sounds really crazy and I promise I can explain better but I really hadn't thought this out and if you need me to write a grant or business proposal I could totally try to do that even though I was more of a liberal arts major than a business major but I..."
She was ranting. Willow immediately panicked and stopped talking.