I stopped paying attention to the conversation and noticed an alcohol stand in the corner of the office. Beside it sat an ice maker and my eyes lit up immediately.
"Is there ice in that?" I asked.
Charlie's eyes snapped to me in surprise. I had clearly cut him off mid-sentence. I smiled apologetically but he nodded with a sceptical eyebrow raise. I practically skipped over and scooped out a generous helping of the tiniest spherical ice cubes I had ever seen in my life. Round ones. I had never seen round ones before.
Cel groaned. "It is just ice."
Yeah. Circle ice.
I settled back into my chair with my now perfectly cold juice and waved a hand. "Continue telling Sean off."
Charlie blinked at me. Sean grunted from behind my chair. "She likes ice in her juice."
I suddenly felt like Sean was my dad in this situation and the whole thing was starting to feel very much like being called into a headteacher's office.
