Jude held his breath in anticipation as Kieran moved to join him, unsure of whether he was going to answer him, and even more unsure of whether he ought to be expectant or wary about that answer. Probably the latter.
He was right about that, he found out soon enough. Ah. Well, that did elucidate some of the encounters he had had today. And he'd spoken to a young woman wearing the red roses as well, which explained that spiralling crisis about how noticeably attractive she had been. That was - a relief to know, actually.
The expression on his face was closer to exasperation. Of course Kieran would be behind this sort of thing. "No one told me that," Jude replied (though that much was obvious), promptly pulling off the red crown and stuffing it into one of the flower baskets he was carrying. Not that he was in danger any more, by this time of the night.
From girls, that was. Jude couldn't entirely ignore that his heartbeat had quickened as Kieran had approached, nor that it had not quite settled even now. It was a ridiculous reflex, Jude told himself, eyeing the black roses nestled in his brown hair. "And the others?" He asked, a little distractedly. "What, um - what does yours do?" Was it working on him? Did he want to know?
He was right about that, he found out soon enough. Ah. Well, that did elucidate some of the encounters he had had today. And he'd spoken to a young woman wearing the red roses as well, which explained that spiralling crisis about how noticeably attractive she had been. That was - a relief to know, actually.
The expression on his face was closer to exasperation. Of course Kieran would be behind this sort of thing. "No one told me that," Jude replied (though that much was obvious), promptly pulling off the red crown and stuffing it into one of the flower baskets he was carrying. Not that he was in danger any more, by this time of the night.
From girls, that was. Jude couldn't entirely ignore that his heartbeat had quickened as Kieran had approached, nor that it had not quite settled even now. It was a ridiculous reflex, Jude told himself, eyeing the black roses nestled in his brown hair. "And the others?" He asked, a little distractedly. "What, um - what does yours do?" Was it working on him? Did he want to know?
