[ So, great part about being a RAC Agent: you can basically hang out in Leith like, whenever, and not worry about being carried off for being a dirty Westie. You can also go basically wherever on Leith because of the prior fact.
Today, Hawke finds herself at the Bazaar with no real goal other than to meet up with Neal and uh, shop? Or something? She's not actually sure. It was his choice to meet and she's just really here for the pretty everything. People, food, things, etc.
She's not actually sure where she's meeting Neal either so she's just sort of lingering at a stall with an exceptionally large amount of bright colored flowers and wondering if she should buy herself some kind of pastry. Maybe, she thinks, if she gets the right kind of pastry, Neal will spring forth from the crowd like the pretty boy symbol of hedonism he is.
show me a neal good time
Today, Hawke finds herself at the Bazaar with no real goal other than to meet up with Neal and uh, shop? Or something? She's not actually sure. It was his choice to meet and she's just really here for the pretty everything. People, food, things, etc.
She's not actually sure where she's meeting Neal either so she's just sort of lingering at a stall with an exceptionally large amount of bright colored flowers and wondering if she should buy herself some kind of pastry. Maybe, she thinks, if she gets the right kind of pastry, Neal will spring forth from the crowd like the pretty boy symbol of hedonism he is.
Mock her pastry choices in the interim.
Something like that. ]