The props were being cleared out. Alex would have offered a hand, but the large muscular men didn’t appear to be struggling with the heavy stage equipment. Plus in all honesty, she really did enjoy watching them lift. Instead she made her way through the back and to the centre of the operation where her father stood reading over what she could only assume were blueprints.
“I bought you a coffee” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, her eyes dropping to the fresh cup he was already holding in his hand. She sat it down on the table.