Addison couldn’t help eyeing Preston up. Her judgmental glare may have kept her thoughts in her head, but it didn’t keep them from flashing over her face. At least partially. Preston looked like a preppy wannabe. Like he couldn’t quite afford the name brand polo shirts so he went to the mall  to afford the cheaper imitation versions and hoped no one was looking close enough to notice the distinct difference.<br/><br/>Digging himself into a deeper hole, Preston expressed that he had assumed she picked up quite a bit about the business over the years. She scoffed at his words. “Is that what you heard?” Addison rolled her eyes, not asking the question because she was seeking his answer. That much was clear, considering how quickly her glare left him entirely. “Well, can’t believe everything you hear.” She advised, almost as if giving him a cryptic warning.<br/><br/>It became clear that her vulgarity had little effect on Preston. Addison may have been slightly disappointed in finding that out, but she didn’t let that flash across her features. He hinted that the supply closet wasn’t large enough to utilize for clandestine romps. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in what could only really be considered disappointment. “Tch. Too bad. A supply closet would be the perfect place for a quickie.”<br/><br/>Finally, Preston wrapped up their first interaction with a proposal of sorts. He mentioned that there was no such thing as iced coffee here, which was what Addison had suspected. She didn’t hold back showing her utter dissatisfaction at hearing that news, either, as a huge sigh escaped her. “Ugggh,” she bellowed loudly. However, Preston suggested, as he stepped closer, that he could place an order and by the time they were done with the ‘tour,’ it would likely be waiting for her to enjoy.<br/><br/>Addison narrowed her eyes at him once more, remaining silent for a few moments. Finally, she nodded her head. “Okay, fine.” She breezed right by him, pushing her way through the break room door, but holding it open for him afterward. She gave him an annoyed look. “You can mark this room off your list. Break room - I got it. Anyway… I want an iced vanilla latte.” She waited for him to step through the door. “I’m assuming, since you offered, that it’s on you.”