She pondered on his suggestion. A ‘black Russian’ sounded like a bitter drink. Humming just slightly as she nodded, “I will give it a try.” she murmured to herself before thinking it over a moment more. It was something new, something she hasn’t had before. "“I think I will give it a try. Is it a sweet drink? Or…” she trailed off. She hoped her excitement hadn’t shown. But being the sloppy drunk she was, there was no hiding her grin.
He was a little taken back. This was something he felt he was in titled to know. He’d known her his whole life, he was practically family to her. “I am here on my own behalf. I grew up with Isabella.” He struggled to get his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the email that Jorge had sent him before handing it off to Rowan. “I’m here to get answers about these. Jorge, Isabella’s brother, sent me these.” He felt himself feeling anxious now that he was faced with Rowan, and his medication didn’t seem to be helping his fluster.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
@Kbail Isla