The redhead looked up, his surroundings suddenly very sparkly and rose-petal filled.
"Good evening, Miss."
He bowed with dramatic and chivalrous flourish.
🌹Argenti🩸
she watches him for a moment, then she clears her throat to get his attention.
"Hey pretty boy . . . you, uh, you do that often?" she asks, but she fears she already knows the answer.
He's monologuing to himself in a mirror, talking very enthusiastically about Idrila.
