#threads; evan

[midnightblosm]

// closed starter for @celestialmuses -- evan + stella

Once Stella had given him the green light to book extra days in London, Evan wasted no time getting the details to his assistant so she could arrange the private flight. His only obligation was Friday's meeting with the director and producer for the play he just signed on to, which meant they had Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday to themselves. He promised Stella all of his non-work time, so he asked his assistant to tag along so she could take care of things while he trotted around London with his beloved.

He had just taken his seat on the private jet, when the attendant came by with drinks and hot towels. Evan would nod a thank you, before his attention turned to the knockout brunette beside him. "I'm surprised they didn't charge extra for all that luggage you brought along." He teased, smirking a little as he unfolded the warm towel to wipe his hands down. "I'm also fully expecting to have to buy another one just to bring back all the crap my sister probably asked you to bring back... and everything you're bringing back." He put the towel aside, then sat back and slid his arm around her shoulders. "You're sitting too far from me. Stop that."

[midnightblosm]

--//-;; closed starter for @dcymcres --//-;; evan + kimberly

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I actually already found a place, for your information, so stop underestimating me. Or my dedication to the cause." Evan's voice held only jest as he laughed through his words, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his sister on the other end of the line. "We do this every time. You assign something to me, you text and call me incessantly before the event to remind me, you freak out thinking I won't come through, and I always deliver. Calm yourself, I'll see ya soon." He didn't even wait for Georgia to get in another word before he hung up and shoved his phone into his back pocket. Where is this place? It had to be here somewhere, he thought he saw it the other day when -- ah, there it is. Evan took a step back and looked up at the bakery's storefront.

The place smelled like everything good in the world as he stepped through the door and looked around. Spotting the woman behind the counter, his smile grew as he walked right up -- hands pressing down on the granite as he leaned forward a little. "Hi, I need to order... like... nine dozen desserts.. for ah.. this weekend..." Sure, he always delivered on his promises, but he was also very last minute. Evan was also very, very vague.