"I could get used to this…" Jason said, patting his thoroughly stuffed stomach as he sat back in his chair, eyeing the now empty plates in front of him.
Turning to Adele who was still eating, he suddenly remembered to ask,
"Why did you say you wanted to talk to me anyway? Like why are you here?" he asked, wondering what could have warranted her flying to Italy with him.
"... Oh, you've gotten two offers," Adele said casually, her focus more on her food than the conversation.
"For real? Who?" Jason asked, at alert immediately.
"Tone down your enthusiasm, the offers are not worth considering," Adele replied dismissively.
"Well I still wanna know who made offers. Maybe you can negotiate with them or something if it's a good club," Jason pressed on, his curiosity having gotten the better of him.
"... Okay," Adele sighed.
