“What do you do for a living?” Ava asked.
“For now, I’m an investor of sorts. Until it’s time for me to take over the family business,” I said.
“Ah, so you have one of those, too.”
“One of those what?” I asked.
“Pesky family businesses. We have one of those. But I’m not allowed anywhere near it because I don’t have a penis.”
“Good piece of information to know,” I said.
“I don’t understand that. Why I can’t be a part of the family business because I’m a woman.”
“I don’t get it, either. It’s an archaic notion. Some of the world’s top companies were built and are currently run by women,” I said.
“I could do great things with that company if my father would just get out of my way,” she said.
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about them.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said, grinning.
“Right now, I’m living off the trust fund that opened up when I turned thirty. I worked for my family’s business all through college and set all of it aside in savi
ngs. But life happened and it threw me down a different path, so when my trust fund opened up I invested it wisely. I live off my savings and the quarterly dividends I get from some of the companies I’ve invested in,” I said.
“Sounds smart. You’re a smart man, Mr. Travis Benson,” she said. “I’d love to live like that. Off money I invested so I wouldn’t have to deal with people. You’ve got the life.”
“It was a very hard road getting here, so I wouldn’t be too envious of it,” I said.
“Why?” she asked.
I sighed as I looked up into Ava’s eyes.
“It just was,” I said.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine,” she said.
“Well, I don’t.”
“Okay. What’s your favorite color?”
“What?” I asked.
“Your favorite color.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
“It doesn’t. It’s a change of subject. That’s what you wanted, right?” she asked.
I snickered and shook my head as I took another sip of my coffee.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” I asked.
But then, a movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
I turned my head over toward the shadow, but there was no one over there. I studied the darkened corner and could’ve sworn I saw the outline of someone there, but Ava’s voice pulled me back to the conversation.
“I try to be,” she said. “My favorite color’s yellow, by the way.”