There's holiday lights hanging from the fixtures on the roof. A silk fabric hanging over a wooden box with two weeks. Each side has a white glass && the /finest/ Mexican takeout. Elies wearing one of the button ups Antonio has tailored for them. It's grey with a purple pocket. Tired of waiting, they call, "Are you you lost?"
“According to my watch I am exactly two minutes early.” There was a small envelope in his hand---nothing too suspicious---but it held something that he knew Elie had been wanting for a long time. His attire was the same as usual---an elegant suit, gloves of leather, though his hair was down. “You look very fancy, darling. Handsome indeed.” Antonio greeted them with a kiss on the forehead, sitting next to them with a grin.
