C79 Amelia's POV

His office had that woodsy feel to it and everything was set Perfectly. He

offered me a seat and I reluctantly sat on it.

Taking two cups from his shelf, he poured me a drink and one for himself.

He took a sip from his and smiled down at me. “You don’t drink?”. He asked raising an eyebrow. I shook my head. “Words, Amelia”