Gia’s smile widened. She picked up a second turquoise shark mug from behind her monitor—she’d clearly bought a pair—and held it out.
Gia tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. “It never is.” nicole doshi and gia dibella
“And I leave mugs in the sink because I’m terrified of my own ambition,” Gia replied, surprising them both. “If I clean up, I might have to admit I actually want to succeed. And succeeding is scary.” Gia’s smile widened