Mateo
The red it is, then. Listening quietly as Soh explains, Mateo waits until their carafe arrives and the server withdraws again before he replies. "I can understand that," he says softly, reaching out to pour them both a glass. "If you would like to come by my place when you are here, I am happy to keep you company. Or perhaps I can build a flower cart and push it around outside your shop." Smirking at the very idea - it does seem very Mateo - he resists the urge to slip too far into the humorous, instead seeking out Soh's gaze.
"I wanted you to know that the person who..." Wincing, he knows she knows what he means. "...They are not going to be a problem any more. I would prefer to spare you the details if that is all the same, but you will not have to look over your shoulder when you walk through the Silk Houses. Not because of them, anyway."
"I wanted you to know that the person who..." Wincing, he knows she knows what he means. "...They are not going to be a problem any more. I would prefer to spare you the details if that is all the same, but you will not have to look over your shoulder when you walk through the Silk Houses. Not because of them, anyway."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
