IVORY BAR
Lisa and Miguel sat at the bar, the world around them fading into a backdrop as they engaged in a conversation that felt both personal and professional at the same time.
Lisa tilted her glass of white wine, swirling the liquid thoughtfully. “To be honest,” she began, her voice soft, “I was surprised when you called. Pleasantly surprised, though.”
Miguel, relaxed yet attentive, took a sip of his drink. “Why surprised?”
“Well,” Lisa said, smiling faintly, “I didn’t think I’d hear from you so soon—if at all. I figured you’d need more time to deliberate or... dismiss the proposal entirely.”
Miguel raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her honesty. “Dismiss it? You didn’t strike me as someone who gives up that easily,” he said.
Lisa laughed softly, setting her glass down. “Oh, I don’t
