Ethan's POV
"So, Ethan," Grandfather leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with interest, "how's the art school progressing?"
I set down my water glass. "It's actually going better than expected. We're averaging thirty students per class now, and-" I paused as the waiter returned for our orders.
"The usual, Charles," Grandfather said, then turned back to me. "Continue."
"Well, we're getting so many inquiries that I'm actually considering opening a second location. There's this perfect space downtown, right near the theater district." My hands moved animatedly as I spoke. "The rent's reasonable, and the foot traffic is incredible. Plus, the windows..." I caught myself rambling. "Sorry, I get a bit excited about it."
"Don't apologize for passion," Grandfather waved off my concern. "Tell me
