Teresa's POV
In the end, I made two fruit juices for Vincent and Daisy, who seemed engrossed in their conversation; neither of them glanced my way while I prepared their drinks. These two were truly a pair. I could hear parts of their conversation, but they weren't discussing the job Vincent wanted to offer me; instead, they were chatting about trivial everyday matters, like friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long time and were catching up.
I finished preparing the juices and left the kitchen to serve them and see if we could get to the main topic. Neither of them noticed my arrival until I was right next to them. "Here are your juices. Are you happy, Vincent?" I asked as I handed him the drink he requested.
"Yes, very much, and I could be even happier if you sat on my lap, Teresa
