Office Hours [Amelia]

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Just before the hour of daffodils, Schön arrives at the nondescript little door to his office, glancing up and down the avenue to check if Amelia is in sight. The silver head of his cane is a cluster of grapes, today, hanging on the vine, and he is otherwise as immaculate as ever. He pauses, turning his face upward for a moment and closing his eyes to appreciate what passes for sunlight in the Nexus.

Comments

[rogueinladysclothing]

"I would never dare to do such a thing." And she's completely honest about that. Her glass is clinked with his gently and she takes a sip to seal the deal.

"I'll begin my observations on the morrow. You'll let me know when the meeting with the specialist has been arranged?"

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"I will. Expect an appointment for the morrow or the day after."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Wonderful. I look forward to to the appointment."

Carefully, she finishes off the remaining liquid in her glass. "Thank you for the drink - it was very lovely."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

He finishes his as well, and rises to see her to the door. "You are welcome. Go well, Ms. Ronsam, and with care."