flora
Flora’s smile is easy as she lifts her chin in a small, apologetic tilt, breezily saying that Enzo says he is sorry he cannot be here, but that he is not feeling well and insisted she pass that along with his love. The explanation is delivered with a shrug before Flora slouches into the chair opposite Mateo with a contented little exhale.
She accepts the unspoken suggestion of gin with a grin, adding a finger’s worth to her glass before topping it up with punch, before she shifts to sit fully in the sun, black bikini top and denim shorts doing very little to guard against it. One leg hooks lazily over the other, her feet coming to rest against the railing, toes pointed out over the water.
At Mateo’s mention of his shop and Stormbreak, she turns her head toward him and nods, concern knitting briefly between her brows. "Soh messaged me about it," she says, a faint frown pulling at her mouth. "No one knows what is causing it yet, which I realise is not especially comforting."
The seriousness lasts all of a breath before she brightens immediately at his warning, lifting her glass in mock surrender as her voice stretches into exaggerated dismay. "Ohhh nooooo," Flora drawls immediately, stretching the words with theatrical despair as she lifts her glass in mock surrender, eyes sparkling despite herself. "Mateo under my roof again, taking care of my plants and playing bartender, whatever will I doooo." Not to mention that their combined wardrobe would be back in all one place again.
She accepts the unspoken suggestion of gin with a grin, adding a finger’s worth to her glass before topping it up with punch, before she shifts to sit fully in the sun, black bikini top and denim shorts doing very little to guard against it. One leg hooks lazily over the other, her feet coming to rest against the railing, toes pointed out over the water.
At Mateo’s mention of his shop and Stormbreak, she turns her head toward him and nods, concern knitting briefly between her brows. "Soh messaged me about it," she says, a faint frown pulling at her mouth. "No one knows what is causing it yet, which I realise is not especially comforting."
The seriousness lasts all of a breath before she brightens immediately at his warning, lifting her glass in mock surrender as her voice stretches into exaggerated dismay. "Ohhh nooooo," Flora drawls immediately, stretching the words with theatrical despair as she lifts her glass in mock surrender, eyes sparkling despite herself. "Mateo under my roof again, taking care of my plants and playing bartender, whatever will I doooo." Not to mention that their combined wardrobe would be back in all one place again.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
