Steele clapped a hand onto Rob's shoulder.
"It's gonna be grand," he said in a hushed tone, staring off into the distance as though he could really actually see something other than the slightly cracked front door and the bemused expression of their interviewee. "A beautiful, glorious, grand sign that'll bring in all of the customers. We'll get them in droves, in spades. It's perfect."
He almost did burst out into song right then and there, Steele finally dragging himself out of his head and the visions of dancing flamingos and sparkling wine and at least two beautiful women by his side and instead trying to focus back on the matter at hand.
He flashed Amanda a wide grin. "That's perfect, thank you. And Rob, of course, has given you his email, but here's my card."
Steele passed her over a single card, which was entirely black and consisted of exactly two things: Steele's name, and underneath, his phone number, written in golden script. He had had only fifteen of them printed so far (who knew printing was so expensive?) but he was now well determined to make more.
"Right you are, Rob," said Steele magnanimously. "You've been a delight, Amanda."
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