Dolores was in the restaurant precisely at noon, not a minute before, not a minute after. She waited patiently at her table, her hands folded in front of her. Not very long after she arrived, she was joined by a rather handsome gentleman, and she blushed pink as he took her hand and kissed it.
"You certainly know how to treat a lady, Mr. Nott," she told him, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile as she pulled the box closer to her. "What have we here?" she asked, lifting the lid.
"What a beautiful quill," she stated, her voice cheerful.
"Now, Mr. Nott," she started, ready to get down to business. "What are these benefits you spoke of in your owl?"