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An entirety of four months had passed since that fateful trial, and Richard Wellington was still trying to process how it all went down. If he were to be completely honest, he would admit that the mediocre defense attorney had him completely awed by how he took control of the situation and landed him a free man... It appeared that his stutter wasn’t as much as a handicap as it had seemed. Four days after his arrest- the day of his release, so to speak- he took his attorney out and splurged his accounts as a means of trying to even the score, so to speak. After all, what was a better thank-you than luxury?
Apparently, anything but.
Francis Free had taken no joy from the goods which he lathered him in, whether it be the dinner or the suits. In fact, the only things which seemed to have gotten through his thick skull were Richard’s own words- the compliments, the insults, and anything else. At first, he had been rather put off by the man’s sentimentality, but now...
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
So, for better or for worse, here he stood on the very morning of the most romantic holiday of the year, obligatory gifts held under his arm as a tentative fist rapped on the door. It had been years since he’d done something like this... Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly a romantic- at least, not without a filter over his mouth. There were countless ways in which he could mess this up, and they all swarmed his head. All things considered, what happened wasn’t really a surprise.
When the door opened, a jolt of electricity went up his spine, startle dictating his actions. Before he knew what he was doing, he shoved the flowers and heart-shaped candy box into Francis’ chest and, with a cry of “Happy Valentine’s Day!,” promptly slammed the door in his face. Standing on the stoop, it took a moment for him to realize exactly what just went down, cheeks flaring hotly as he remained there like a fool.
Great....
