open starter || location : covent garden
Money was always the answer and maybe that was the one he should have chosen but somewhere he remembered a complaint about how impersonal a gift card or wire transfer could be. That was still confusing to Gideon. Which brought him to his current dilemma. He hated malls in Texas. Could he even refer to this as a mall? This was more than a mall and easily an insult when you looked at what was available to be experienced. The food. The pubs. The piazza. The flowers. London really had a thing with flowers. He’d hate to see this place at Christmas. Internal monologue be damned, he had a mission. Sensory overload was an impending threat, “ For fuck’s sake –” That wasn’t a threat just annoyance with himself and what followed. Randomly initiating a conversation with the nearest stranger, “I need an unbiased opinion. You got a second?” He still hadn’t evolved from the small town everyone knows everyone mode. “Someone buys you a gift. No money. No cards. An actual gift, what would you want?”
The typical workaholic, June walked through the mall with eyes on her emails. There’d been a big blow up with another dumb Hollywood actor that her work was trying to get an exclusive cover on and emails had been coming back and forth. She wasn’t a patient woman, and all those pressing ‘reply all’ on everything were about to get it. A low grumble took over as Juniper aggressively typed an email requesting their fellow co-workers to not hit the damn button if it wasn’t vital information regarding their on-going project. She was barely paying attention to the people -or stores- around her, the passive aggressive professionalism taking over as she read over her email. “That’d do it.” She nodded to herself, pushing her phone into her pocket and stopping. The moment she was about to walk away, the man beside her spoke.
“Oh,” June started, holding a hand between them to gather herself. “Can’t say I’m thrilled on the idea of receiving a gift from a stranger, but hey, who can complain if it’s fuckin’ free.” She laughed- a dry laugh that barely held any humor. In her opinion, that was brilliant. “But then... why would I be getting said gift?”
















