I took a sip of water to moisten my dry mouth and cleared my throat before returning my gaze to his sharp gaze. 'So, may I ask why?'

'You can.' He removed his leg, leaning forward to place his bottle on the table, resting his arms on his knees, but said nothing more. Wasn't he going to elaborate on that?

'Okay,' I tried to maintain eye contact. 'Why?'

'I've heard good things about you.'

I felt my face heat up. 'Thank you. So, why am I here?'

'Well, to design.' He laughs, and I feel stupid but also a little irritated. Is he laughing at me?

'Design what exactly?' I...