Her head tilted slightly as he laughed, clearly confused. She didn’t understand what was so funny about this. Opening a shop could be something wonderful for her—a way to make money, at least. Start up a new dream as she waits to find Elsa and Hans. She shifted uncomfortably, unable to help but think that this was all too good to be true, though. Good-natured men didn’t just come walking into her life and giving her an art shop of her very own to run.
When he stuck his hand out, the nerves in her stomach multiplied and she bit her lip, examining it as though it would have whatever catch could follow written upon it. A part of Anna truly did not want to trust that this man was as nice and kind as he was giving off, but a stronger part—the part that wanted to believe the good in everyone—was telling her to believe in his word. So, very hesitantly, the redhead lifted her hand and shook his slowly. “Okay, um—yes. That’s a deal.”
Expression staying even while she was clearly assessing and weighing up his offer. He didn't really like being left hanging like this, it was ultimately her decision but he'd done everything he could to make the deal as sweet as possible. Maybe she wasn't quite as innocent as he thought she was, his clients didn't usually think so hard about his deals, normally far too eager to accept what he had to offer.
Smile growing wide as she took his hand and shook it, perhaps a little reluctantly, the deal was all set, no turning back. "Brilliant." he firmly shook her hand, true sign of a businessman, and he stood up finishing his coffee. Writing down the address on a piece of paper he dropped it down on her notepad. "Are you free tomorrow? I'll bring the keys and you can do whatever work you want on the building."











