WHO Leroy Gibbs & Lydia Martin WHAT Asking a question WHEN Saturday Morning; 9am WHERE The Brothel WARNINGS TBD but probably feels at least STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Leroy had slept soundly for the first time in a long while last night. The murderer was dead and it hadn't changed a thing about how he felt toward Lydia Martin. That had been slightly unexpected, truthfully. It certainly put things into perspective for him. He did genuinely care about the young redhead and was firm in his decision to purchase her exclusivity. Being as old as he was and the Mayor afforded him a very good bank account and other than providing for his granddaughter, he didn't have many expenses. Lydia was expensive, but worth it if it gave him the peace of mind that she was his own.
He wore his suit, same as usual, and arrived through the back door. He followed the way up to Lydia's room and knocked on the door twice before letting himself into her room. In his hand, Leroy had a book and a smaller package as well. Earrings for her, both her's regardless of whether or not she agreed to his proposal. He was nervous, oddly, but not quite as nervous as he'd been when he'd arranged for his marriage to his wife. Still, he took it as a good sign.
"Good morning," he greeted softly. "I apologize for getting you up so early, Lydia." Though truthfully, he didn't know how early she normally got up.