“Now where could he be…?” Aurelia perused around the stalls, spending quite the fortune and her hard earnings on random nick knacks and pally wacks. She had gifts to hand to several people, one in particular was Mikhail. The nun knew he was working on his own booth this time around, instead of singing like a loon. ( Although, she wouldn’t had mind to hear his voice. ) Stopping in her tracks, she finally had seen him.
He was helping out a familiar woman she knew, and hid behind a pole until she had left. Not that she minded Lyla at all, but the girl was too girly for her tastes. Or more well, the nun had no idea what to say to her. Other than to open her goddamned eyes.
But that was because Louis was her friend.
Wait a minute. She had friends now?
….Maybe. But the nun knew nothing was permanent to begin with.
Even though she wanted to believe he was going to always be there too.
”Hey. These are for you.”
Approaching his stall with a ranunculus bouquet, alongside with a musical note one- Aurelia hands it to Mikhail. “Alright, this time around these petals won’t go all over the place.” She gives him a wry grin, while she slyly grazes her fingers on his hand. “Heh. How’s it going? I think your stall looks pretty neat, If I say so myself.”
However her cool demeanor was lost as she noticed that super bad ass broom.
“!!!! YOU STILL HAVE THIS?!” Immediately, the woman picks up the broom, and slams the money down on his counter. “I WANTED ONE SO BAD SINCE I SAW YOU USE IT!” Oh man, she already had a motorcycle, and now she gets to be the most unconventional nun riding a broom.
″This is mine now, so I’m afraid you have to get your own.” She sticks her tongue out at her match.
-18000
Now, there’s a habit that comes with being in love. You tend to be able to spot them in a crowd, no matter how far away they are from you. (Other symptoms include: clenching your heart involuntarily, wanting to squat down and rest your face in your palms, or the ever-so-popular lovesick sigh.) And, as they were, he felt like their relationship was something of an enigma.
Or, rather, they were in limbo for quite some time now-- (having defined it with each other, yet settling for nothing but promises.)
That said, even though they were together in secret, he always did enjoy spotting her-- fiery red crown clearing the waves of on-goers. It was like looking for the sun as the sky began to split from pink to orange to purple-- a spastic palette of colors.
And as she approached with a bouquet, his entire expression bloomed-- so evident of his adoration towards her that it was nearly impossible to hold it down. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” But she did, and she would, and he felt as though he’d have to get used to this.
“...Thank you.” He whispered, under his breath. As her hands brushed passed his, a shock ran up his spine in an accursed fashion-- a reminder that she very much knew what she was doing to shake him. What was it about a brush of hands that felt so... enticing?
Perhaps he should have settled for: Mikhail, you’re over thinking things.
“Consider the broom yours then,” Clearing his throat, he laughed off the sparks accumulating in his chest-- as though he could fuel the closest lamp by the tips of his fingers. Goddess, was she so endearing-- he didn’t know how else to handle her glee.
Glancing about, he supposed he couldn’t do much without setting their secret relationship on fire. (And seeing as to how he was struck by lightning before, literally, Mikhail didn’t want to leave a trail of smoke back to her.) So he put on his smartest business smile, a brandished smirk of sorts.
“Ah, and before you go miss, wouldn’t you like to sample our latest treat?” Pulling a macaroon out of his sleeve, like a street magician, he tick-tocked his wrist back and forth just for fun. Cracking it in half, he ushered her close, as though he were sharing the backdoor secrets of his trade. “It’s only fair, considering your very generous contributions.”
Mikhail rested her chin by the crest of his hand, and popped the treat in with a press of his thumb. And left it pressed, for long enough to tease. Clearing the air, he pulled away just as swiftly as he had come. For she was a woman who caught on quick, and any more sparks meant she’d simply light up like a flame.
“Thank you again for your business~” He chirped, unfazed. His eyes, however, played a different tune-- lower; beguiling in nature. “And if you happen to want more, I... suppose we could check in the back?”
[+18000G to his employees]
