[She doesn't have to buy a pastry for Neal to spring forth from the crowd like the pretty boy symbol of hedonism he is. She is, after all, looking at flowers, and every pretty boy is drawn to flowers. It's one of the laws of the universe. That, or it just happens to be the time they agreed to meet, and Neal is never late.
But it's probably the former.
Neal walks up next to her, joining her contemplation of these flowers. After a moment he picks up one that's the exact same shade of blue as his eyes.]
What do you think?
[He grins, and holds it against his lapel. Except that he's wearing a leather jacket and there's no button hole, or even really a lapel, but he can find a way to attach it, somehow.]
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But it's probably the former.
Neal walks up next to her, joining her contemplation of these flowers. After a moment he picks up one that's the exact same shade of blue as his eyes.]
What do you think?
[He grins, and holds it against his lapel. Except that he's wearing a leather jacket and there's no button hole, or even really a lapel, but he can find a way to attach it, somehow.]