“Hello,” he smiled warmly and his big, brown eyes twinkled. “I’m James. James Brown.”
“Nice one,” she giggled.
“Yes, my parents thought so too.”
“So, James Brown, how can I help you?”
“I think, perhaps, that it works in the opposite direction. I’m your new regional manager.”
“Ah,” Eleanor said, turning slightly pink. “And that probably wasn’t the best introduction!”
―
Debbie McGowan,
Hiding Behind The Couch