Tell me what you've got in store~

[seanfhocail]

Who: The redhead and her shopkeep
Where: Willem's shop
When: Saturday, mid-morning
What: Abigael is a usually against flirting with her business partners, but Willem is an exception.

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[oranje_windmill]

He looked up at the sound of the bell over the door, a smile crossing his face when he saw who it was. This just made his day a whole lot brighter.

"That's good to hear," he said smiling back at her. "And that's why I use Arthur. I don't have to worry about him getting the job done."

His smile quirked up into a smirk.

"That and his messenger is really easy to look at."

[seanfhocail]

"That mouth of yers is gonna getcha inta trouble one day, lovie." Abigael hopped up onto the counter, smoothing her skirts out before leaning back on her hands, poking his cheek. "Honestly, yer to much of a charmer- one would think ya grew up with all 'em fancy ponces o'er there."

And then a thought struck her and her smile faded, perhaps, just a bit. "Ye know- speakin' o' ponces and all that- I was wonderin' if ye'd heard about Lady Petallides hostin' that party..."

She tried to shrug casually. "Ye think yer goin'?"

[oranje_windmill]

"My mouth is usually good about getting me out of trouble as well, so I'm not too worried."

He watched as her smile faded, and it made him curious, but he answered her question.

"I was invited, and I'm going if time allows. Why?"

[seanfhocail]

Abigael played with her skirts, the backs of her heels bumping lightly against the counter as she twisted the material between her fingers. Giddy as a bloody school girl-

"I was thinking-" She said, letting her hair spill over her shoulder to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. "That maybe- we might- s-share a dance or somethin'- I mean if ye have the time..."