It an odd feeling, like a wave of relief and something a little extra, probably excitement given his abilities, that Mel felt as she took the proffered card and looked at it. Shoving her hot chocolate into the same hand as his card she quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out one of the few she had left after the Monroe's event and held it out to him. Her mother had drilled it into them from their first waiting gigs at her events, never go without cards because the best form of advertising was at those events, and the best way of making the right impression was to have a decent card to hand to the guest inquiring as to how to book them.

BEST WAI Catering, with her own name and cellphone number at the bottom, the company's details in the middle, with the other side listing the types of events they specialised in.

"That's my number at the bottom," she pointed out as she handed it to him.