☑ i comb the crowd and pick y o u out

[draconian]

from hands between legs to "whatever it takes"

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[draconian]

Of course; I have a pair of shoes you might be interested in. You’re welcome to pick out a matching dress and jewelry.

[ Despite the bitterness behind the memory, he can’t help but smile in an understated expression of victory. It worked— at least for now. ]

Would you prefer to arrange transportation yourself or I’ll send a car for you?

[beckonings]

[ Cute, really. Cadence gives him yet another look to convey as much. ]

Don’t be stupid, those wouldn’t remotely work for the occasion. But you‘ll certainly get my bill.

[ As for the latter question, she crosses her arms and drums her fingers against her forearm, contemplating him for a moment. ]

...Arrange a car, for both of us. If we don’t show up together it defeats the whole point.

[ Fuck it, she’ll throw him this one bone. ]

[draconian]

Of course. Not a problem. I really appreciate you helping me with this.

[ Clay’s relief is more palpable but his glinting eyes are wrinkled with the thrill of the small victory. He extends his hand across the table, palm out for a handshake. The offer comes with a confirmatory question-inflected statement. ]

I’ll be with the car outside, then. 6pm, Saturday?

[beckonings]

[ Cadence’s eyes squint for a moment because she sees some genuine relief in his eyes and the urge to squash it is strong—

But she fights it. Somehow. ]

...Fine. Don’t be late.