Preston watched, caught somewhere between the facade of friendliness required for this most unusual task and the bland face of disillusionment, as Addison peered over her shoulder at him, somehow managing to both reply to what he was saying without really acknowledging him at all.  Preston would like to say that all of this sudden felt new to him, but that would unfortunately be a lie.  Fresh out of college, and a prestigious one at that, this was not his first go around with a girl like Addison.<br/><br/>It was no secret that Gary Marino was the sole proprietor of the Marino Construction Agency, and the company was not struggling for work, and very well paying work at that.  That meant money, and money meant privilege, and already, just two sentences in, and Preston was getting a strong ‘privileged’ vibe from the bosses daughter.  After all, his eyes doing a scan of their own, only a rich person could afford to dress so casual and still spend a lot.<br/><br/>On top of the money, Preston could not ever once remember anyone mentioning the bosses wife.  Whether that meant she came from a broken home or something else, it likely meant that there was a lack of female energy in her life to curb the worst impulses of a father to spoil their daughter.  It was the oldest story in the book.  Father’s tended one of two ways with their daughters, overly strict or shamelessly spoiled.  It just seemed that there was no middle ground, and with a sister of his own, Preston should know.<br/><br/>All of this added up very quickly in Preston’s mind, his smile only faltering for a second while he (perhaps unfairly) judged the girl in front of him.  “I just meant that being around the business your whole life, I assumed you’d picked up quite a bit.”  Preston replied.  Let her correct him that she either spent a life not paying attention or that she was lying a minute ago about not knowing the business.  Either way felty like a win to him.  “And no, I’ve been in the supply closet.  So I really doubt the last part.”  If she meant to shock him with language, she was going to have to work a lot harder.<br/><br/>“As for iced coffee, the closest you are going to get is ice in the fridge and coffee in the pot.  It’s pretty old school around here.”  Preston went on, stepping further into the breakroom, not really needing that last bit to carry into the office, even if he hadn’t really said anything wrong.  “If you want, I could call an order out instead and it will be here and ready by the time I’ve shown you around?”  He offered, adding a mental<i>and you are out of my hair</i>to the end of his sentence.