Quin didn't hear her protest, nor her assurances, he was too busy boxing things up, which really wasn't a big deal. It was sort of a miracle he was still even in business with the amount of free product he gave away, but business never seemed to suffer from it. Packing it all up quickly, Quin grabbed his trusty delivery basket from behind the counter and set everything in.

For a moment he watched Miss Potts survey the shop and he decided that she looked like she fit right in. He wasn't sure what to do with that information, but he also decided he liked it. With the information that she lived over by the park, Quin was pleased to know that at least the walk would extend their time together. He was being a little selfish sure, but over the course of their letters Quin had enjoyed getting to know Miss Dahlia, so continuing the trend in person was even more appealing.

Finally, he was ready to go and so he gestured toward the door, holding it open for her. His staff knew he came and went with the wind during the day, so they were unperturbed by his exit. As long as he went back and did the dishes later, all would be well. "Which way?" He said as he joined her on the street.