Mateo
"Margot's is no one. It's that cocktail place with the weird prohibition vibe - the one with the old school lantern out front and the secret knock for the door. I was just planning for us to go," Mateo explains, tilting his head and side stepping to pick up the plate of star cookies, holding them out. "I made brandy gingerbread. I wasn't good at it at first, but these taste pretty good." Ever might have different ideas, of course.
"Mm? Oh, a couple of hours," he says, setting the plate back down and turning towards the table, where Petunia and the poinsetta are in the middle of a fight. Mateo's shoulders sag instantly at the sight of the plant, and he tilts his head. "How did that get into the apartment? Did it follow me upstairs from the shop?"
"Mm? Oh, a couple of hours," he says, setting the plate back down and turning towards the table, where Petunia and the poinsetta are in the middle of a fight. Mateo's shoulders sag instantly at the sight of the plant, and he tilts his head. "How did that get into the apartment? Did it follow me upstairs from the shop?"
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
