[ This time, he's fashionably late by about ten minutes. It's certainly not because it took him a long time to get dressed - his outfit's pretty simple, just a black buttondown top with the sleeves rolled up and matching jeans. It might have something to do with those errands he was running. Might have something to do with what's in his hand.
What's in his hand, you ask?
it's a fucking bouquet of flowers.
Red peonies to be exact, which are being lobbed her way once he's strolled close enough. ]
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What's in his hand, you ask?
it's a fucking bouquet of flowers.
Red peonies to be exact, which are being lobbed her way once he's strolled close enough. ]
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