status. closed starter for pearl vaughn-palmer @r3spair. location. atlas, around lunchtime.
THE WOMAN WAS EATING. his thing could wait well after, but a public pearl vaughn-palmer sighting was so rare that he was afraid that if he let this go now, the moment might pass into extinction. besides, what was he gonna do? sit at another table and wait for her to finish like a creep? ambushing her meal wasn't much better, but at least it wasn't worse, right? "i know, i know... you're having your me time, and before you throw your food in my face—please don't do that, by the way, this shirt is expensive—i'd like you to just- can you hear me out? please?" down on one knee, hands pressed together over the table as if in prayer to the blessed pearl, patron saint of those unmarred by comedy. "i'll pay for lunch. please."