Juliette/Evander | Baker’s Dozen | 1:15pm
A pause to gather his thoughts, to stifle his stutter.
"Lady Coulombe?" (Not Squire Coulombe or Juliette, not to this Finch.) Evander's tone carried a note of mild, satisfied surprise.
He glanced out the window as if he expected to see the Demiels or his brother on her tail and thought that, were they there, he ought to greet them as well. He smiled again, one laced with a simple curiosity at the young noble in a Commoners bakery. Hadn't she guardians or servants to fetch her pastries for her? (And here he was, he thought, presumably doing the same thing.) The man brushed aside the observation that she was unattended. He almost welcomed the idea.
"Good afternoon," he repeated, as the cashier began to shuffle behind the counter and prepare his purchase. "Nice day out, isn't it?"