Come Away With Me. RP for chloeas
The limo pulled in front of Chloe's building a half hour after the charity ball had started. It was expected that the host wouldn't show up until later--it was his pattern. If he showed up early or on time, the media would have a hay-day. Plus, it was a four hour event. Who really wanted to be there the entire time? Except for the media and the people who wanted the media's attention, of course.
Oliver looked down at the bundle of white tulips beside him on the seat and smiled, opening the door and climbing out, smoothing down the jacket of his tuxedo and reaching back in to get the flowers. He'd waged an internal war with himself for a whole two minutes on whether or not to bring her flowers--because, he reminded himself, this was not an actual date. Chloe was just doing him a favor. It wasn't like she was interested in anything other than friendship with him.
Even so. He wanted to do something nice to thank her for coming with him tonight. And he had it on good authority that tulips happened to be her favorite kind of flowers. Internal war over.
Drawing in a breath, he headed into the building, getting a couple of curious looks from Chloe's neighbors as he took the elevator to the fourth floor. He simply smiled at them, and stepped off into the hallway, walking down to her apartment.
He glanced down at himself, straightened his tie, smoothed it down, then knocked on her door and waited.
Oliver looked down at the bundle of white tulips beside him on the seat and smiled, opening the door and climbing out, smoothing down the jacket of his tuxedo and reaching back in to get the flowers. He'd waged an internal war with himself for a whole two minutes on whether or not to bring her flowers--because, he reminded himself, this was not an actual date. Chloe was just doing him a favor. It wasn't like she was interested in anything other than friendship with him.
Even so. He wanted to do something nice to thank her for coming with him tonight. And he had it on good authority that tulips happened to be her favorite kind of flowers. Internal war over.
Drawing in a breath, he headed into the building, getting a couple of curious looks from Chloe's neighbors as he took the elevator to the fourth floor. He simply smiled at them, and stepped off into the hallway, walking down to her apartment.
He glanced down at himself, straightened his tie, smoothed it down, then knocked on her door and waited.