Layla chuckled and stirred her drink. He certainly held an interesting job from the way his eyes lit up. She loved it when someone appreciated their job because that meant their job was taking care of them and they were getting treated right. She had heard stories of contractees not paying their hired contractors what was owed or paying them very little for services rendered, claiming dissatisfaction. Mahashi didn’t seem the type to just blow out a job either, given his mannerisms.

She hadn’t missed his eyeing her up and down either. Typical guy. She drank first before answering. “Movies, visiting art galleries. Sometimes I like to make pottery, but I’m not very good at it. “ The last piece of pottery ended up looking like someone’s waking nightmare of their artisan cookware come to life.  Which was why she would never show it to anybody. On the other hand she could just simply destroy it, but felt there was a way to fix it; as soon as she learned how.