location: Desiree’s Vending Table with: @paristarters
In truth, he could have worn his usual attire. Perhaps, he could have chosen chinos and a nicer button up, he could have even gotten away with jeans and a nicer shirt, but no. It was a celebration for love and Saint Valentine, afterall. When he’d proposed the idea, Julieta’s eyeroll was something formidable, one he was sure could have caused an earthquake to tilt Paris off of its axis, But it was too good to pass up on and sure they weren’t near Hallow’s Eve, but what could he say? When he could, he’d play the part and swimmingly. Donned in his Cupid attire, Luca could feel the felt of the red wings laying across his back as he chose bushels of flowers for minute gifts. Though he wondered if it was too gimmicky, it was certainly drawing attention and any attention he could draw for the business was good in theory. With a brilliant smile, he thanked patrons as they supported the table, and just as he heard another person approaching, he carefully played around with his bow and arrow (also made from plastic and felt ) before he said, “Anyone I should strike on for you today?”