For Fish Fingers & Custard @Lilly;

Lilly smiled, preparing to go to the cafe John was all excited about this week. Last week it was a place underneath the Eiffel Tower, and this week it was going to be this place. Who knows what it’d be next week. Probably a Fish Fingers or Custard Factory. Lilly had no idea.

It’d been 4 minutes, and she was timing him, that’s when she heard a yell, and took off for the door. He had basically made it perfectly on time, not that she’d let him know that at all. She’d just smile at him.

“I thought you’d lost your left shoe last time…” she said slowly, smiling at him, as he hugged her. She hugged him back quickly, and pointed toward the elevators, “Shall we?”

What? Lilly wasn’t mad at all that he was practically an hour late? Something was awfully shady. …Maybe his alarm was broken back home?

Frankly, he was a little disarmed by her smile, but he did his best to recollect himself. ”Ah, left shoe, right shoe. Same thing, right? They like to play games with me. You know how it is,” he countered quickly, but Lilly had already beat him to the elevators. Defeated, he could only smile as he offered her his arm, “We shall!”

As he pressed a button for the elevator, there was a question that was bothering him for about two seconds now. ”You don’t seem very angry that I’m late. I mean, not trying to stir your fearsome wrath or anything, but any reason why you’re in a particularly good mood today?” Despite her soft, gentle-sounding name, Lilly could be, well, for a lack of a better term …rather feisty. Not that he minded. It was actually rather charming. Then again, he was a bit biased. ”Maybe it’s because such a charming gentleman asked you to attend lunch with him perhaps?”

(Source: gentleman-john)