EVERETT'S POV
“... we'll need graphs and maybe projections to show the profit margins.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, barely registering what the other man was saying.
“So what do you think about this?”
I heard Stanley push a file towards me across the table.
Staring down at the blue file made my head hurt. I didn't want to be there. The restaurant was my favourite, yet I had barely taken a bite of my dinner.
I'd drank three glasses of wine though, and I would've asked for more if not for my friend's continued rambling about our joint project.
“Everett… are you even listening?” I blinked, then looked up at his worried expression. He'd leaned forward.
“Yeah, why?” I answered.
Stanley shrugged. “You’ve been zoning out for the last twenty minutes.”
I forced myself to blink, to focus. “I, yeah. J
