"Ah…thank you, Kitten." Diego took the cup that Mia handed to him.
"I don't see how you can drink so much coffee…just what is it that's so great about it?"
He took a sip. "Lots of sugar and cream- just the way I like it." He put an arm around Mia's shoulders and answered her question. "It kind of reminds me of you, Kitten. Sweet, rich and good 'til the last drop."
Mia rolled her eyes. "You should start heading to the cafeteria. This could be your only shot at getting some information from Dahlia Hawthorne," she said grimly.
"Don't worry about it, Kitten. We know she's a liar, so once we eliminate the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth, no matter how improbable it may seem."
Mia eyed him skeptically. "Aren't you being a little too relaxed about this? After all, she was the one who walked away from Terry Fawles' suicide smirking and 'innocent.' You're about to go talk with this sly demoness and you're smiling?"
"A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets. It would do good for you to remember that, Kitten."
With that, he kissed her on the cheek and got up in one swift movement.
"I'll pick you up for dinner at 7 tonight, then."
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, Kitten. You'll see."
At the doorway of the office, he turned around. "Let's see that lawyer of smile of yours again, Kitten."
"Why?"
He gave her a flashy grin. "It makes me miss you less when you're not with me."
She rolled her eyes and humored him.
Later on, she would be glad that she did.