“Well, I suppose it’s less common than Mary or Jane,” Elaine remarked while he kissed her hand, “But nowhere as atypical as Hatter.” She just had to smile at his gentlemanly manners again. He would have trouble to adapt to LA lifestyle if he behaved so properly. She had sympathy for Hatter in this aspect.
“West,” she replied when he took her arm; swinging the many packages, Elaine lifted the other one to point into the right direction. The changes of his clothing went unnoticed on Elaine’s blind eyes. There were nuances she just assumed a change, like, for instance, the lack of water dripping on the floor. “Walk west until we reach Melrose Avenue. The shop’s to be there.”