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"Bail on you and miss out on our appointment today? I think not." She sarcastically said.

Gabriel detected the tone in her voice and chuckled. "Well, aren't you excited." "Ecstatic." She retorted, shifting her weight onto her other leg and glancing over her shoulder.

Anastasia still sat in her chair, Aid box's content sprawled out on the table. When she noticed her best friend's stare, she stuck her tongue out playfully, clearly still bitter over the fact that Leonica had answered her phone now, but not when she had called half of the day yesterday.

"So, where is it that you intend to meet me?" Gabriel's question snapped her out of her staring contest with her best friend. "My house? He added in as if answering the question for her.

"1 If she had been with him on the other end, she could have seen the way his face scrunched up at the title 'MY' house. 'Our' house was a more familiar term to his lips.

"No," She was quick to say. "Not your house." "Okay, nyour place." At his question, Leonica thought. She racked her brain, searching for a place that meant something to Gabriel. A place that didn't have any memory of Angelina.

She found a place, recalling the blissful memories like they were just yesterday.

The small feeling of Bliss those memories had brought were swept up by the recollection that those times had only lasted a brief period and Gabriel later turned into someone even Lila couldn't recognize.

"I have a places in mind," She spoke up, earning a hum from the other end to indicate that he was still following along. "The old flowery, down by the riverside. Let's meet in front." She started and glances at her watch, trying to tell a free tfrom now and all her packed hours. "By Five?" That was seven hours and twenty five minutes from now. Waiting for his answer, Leonica wished he would say that he had something coming up at that time.

"Alright." Bubble busted. When she wanted to groan internally, Gabriel spoke up again, except this taround, there was something hidden in his voice that instantly made Leonica serious. "Leonica, yesterday..." He paused, hesitating, something Leonica wasn't yet used to.

""Yes?" She asked.

"No, it's nothing." He quickly said and something told her that that part of the conversation had ended, even before it began.

She accepted it with a nod, even though he couldn't see it. Glancing behind once again, she found Anastasia gathering the aid box's A Trip To The Old Flowery contents and shoving them in, obviously ready to leave.

"So, five?" She asked.

"Sure." "Good, and uh, don't be late." "I never am." Gabriel said. She could almost feel his smirk from her own end.

With that settled, the line went dead and Leonica clutched the device between her finger, silently praying that the day slowed down from here on out.

It was five o'clock In the evening when Gabriel stepped out of his car, taking a good look at his surrounding. The area, the atmosphere, it all seemed... Familiar, yet forgotten.

His eyes darted from the green field of grass, to the trees, and then to the river. He didn't recall much, but his mind told him that this was a place he had coften, yet never enough.

His eyes shifted to the small wooden building right up the road. Flowers and plants of various kind decorated the outside walls, entangling themselves around the building like it was their very source of life.

The door was open and from the inside, he could see that the interior was equally decorated with flowers and people were walking about, picking out flowers for occasions.

Taking a guess, Gabriel decided that the old flowery was most probably a popular tourist spot.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants, he made his way to the front entrance, his eyes not missing a beat.

He took note of each person that walked in and out, and how sof the older folk seemed to give him strange looks, like they knew him, yet didn't at the stime. Gabriel walked right through the entrance, his eyes scanning the room.

In the middle of the store was a wooden table with a wide selection of flowers and bouquets. Along the walls, stood shelves holding potted plants.

On the side, was a desk and Gabriel's eyes went there, only to find a teenage boy sitting, tapping away on his laptop, ignoring the customers.

"You want sflowers buddy?" The teenager asked when he noticed Gabriel, chewing annoyingly on the gum in his mouth. Gabriel looked away for a split second, a little taken back by the boy's rude tone.

"I'm looking for a lady." He replied.

The boy rolled his eyes, clearly not liking the idea of helping people. "Everyone here is looking for a lady. You see one, grab her, and pay at the counter. Duh." Gabriel arched his brows, a little shocked that the boy was so unprofessional.

"Is that how you speak to customers?"

The teenaged boy looked up, a smug expression on his face. "It's not how I speak, it's how I talk. And the only t customer that matters is the one who pays. So, if you're not paying, you're not a customer." Gabriel opened his mouth, about to speak, when someone beat him to it. "Well, with that attitude of yours, no one's gonna be a customer." Both men turned around and were met with Leonica. She stood by the door, hand folded across her chest, but that was barely able to hide the blue and green flower print gown that adorned her figure.

The dress had puff short sleeves and a square cut neckline, showing off her neck and collarbone Her haim was done in a high ponytail, a single curl falling out of place, and her lips were glossy and pink. She looked... Elegant, not like the Leonica that Gabriel was used to seeing.

The Leonica he's known for these past few days wore dresses that stood out less, he had began to m believe that the only colors in her ΕΠ closet were black and white and she barely wore make up. Nothing fancy even though she could buy out an entire clothing brand if she wished to.

It seemed like his body had grown accustomed to seeing her dress that way, that seeing her all dolled up like this, he wasn't able to get 4/4 A Trip To The Did Flowery his mouth to work.