i'd block the sun if you want it done

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

"Of course you can say no." Everest says, perhaps a touch too seriously. "If you'd like anything else at all, you need only to say." Nearly about to reach out for her hand—it's halfway across the table as the waitress arrives—the aviator is handed a small glass jar with water in it. Mumbling a thank you, he reaches for the flowers Isla tucked into her bag and places them on the table.

"Mateo would kill me if I let them sit without water." He explains apologetically, not wanting the Remedy to think he was merely trying to bring his offering back into the forefront for the restaurant to see.

After placing their order, only then does Ever try again to take Isla's hand across the table. "I'm sorry again. My duties as the Spyglass were particularly busy after the ball, and having left Mateo without La Verbena for longer than expected, I wasn't able to just take her and come down to Torchline the way I normally would."

Everest

Table by the always stunning Sky!