Location: Comic Relief Closed Starter for @flissxsloane
While trying to dodge yet another rapidly approaching person on the pavement, Noah’s sudden jerk to the side almost made him spill the contents of the mug he was carrying in one hand. Luckily for him, he hadn’t dropped the container he was carrying underneath the other arm, that would have been a shame. He had used most of the morning to try out new recipes, and fed most of it to his staff, who replied mostly positively to what he had cooked up. Who knew that honey glazed peach slices and salmon sashimi worked for people? It had made the list of what he would put on his menu tonight, along with some other treats, which had left him with all kinds of satisfied. So much so that he had used the leftovers from his cooking to make a few paninis, which were now resting in the box he was carrying swiftly down the block. Cleaning had taken a minute, but not as long as to miss out on the clock’s chiming which indicated it was the perfect time to make a visit.
The Comic Shop was less busy than he had expected, as he slipped in through the door, with just a few people milling about, pursuing the shelves of comics and other comic-related goods. Noah, being as tall as he was, easily spotted his target further at the back, and made a beeline towards her. He cleared his thoat amusedly. “Miss, could I per chance acquire your attention for a little while? I need your expertise,” he told her, a smile tugging at the corner’s of her mouth, when their eyes met. It was always nice to see a friendly face, but Fliss was one of his favourite people, by far. “With these, I mean.” He wiggled the travel mug, as well as the food container, in front of her face. “What do you say?”