Negotiations

The day was bright and bustling as Eratz sat in an outdoor café, casually glancing at his phone.

The city moved around him, the daily life moving at it's own rhythm.

Soon enough, Zara came rushing into view, panting, looking as though she'd just sprinted across town. She stumbled toward Eratz, almost tripping on a chair, before finally collapsing into the seat in front of him.

"Got your message!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "What is this about? What the hell is that?"

Eratz smirked and leaned back, completely unfazed.

"Relax, Zara, take it easy, get yourself a drink, my treat."

Zara stared at him, exasperated.

"Eratz, what's this about the contract in your message! What are you doing?!"

"Coffee, tea, maybe something cold?" Eratz asked, his tone teasing. "You'll want to be calm for this."

She gave him a skeptical look but signaled the waiter for the cheapest wine.