Re: log: leo/dawn go on a walk
They may not have matched, him in his dark comfort, and Dawn in her shades of pink and white that always seemed meticulous, but that wasn't on her radar at all. Dawn was simply happy that he was here. After all, he could have changed his mind, and she was so glad that he hadn't. She slipped her cardigan over silky white blouse, the same shade of tango pink as one of the stripes in the plaid of her skirt, and the heels of her knee high brown boots clicked on the floor when she weaved elegantly easy through floral displays. Leo may have been concerned with her becoming suddenly attached to some Prince Charming, but Dawn didn't quite understand why he bothered with her in any serious way. She thought he should be with someone better. More capable. Someone strong and brave and smart as a whip. Someone more like Snow than Aurora who was the perpetual feminist nightmare of the Princess gaggle.
"I'll have to go like it," she joked about Twitter, but really she would love to see the video. And then Leo was talking about a cat he had, and Dawn was springtime amid the flowers, her eyes bright with interest. She loved hearing little details like that about his life. "Aww. That's adorable. What was her name?" For most people that might have been disingenuous, but Dawn meant every word and honestly wanted to know. She'd never had a pet, per se, since all her animal friends were wild.
Dawn had been to a few high school dances in her day. Namely the one where everyone did the hand jive, and Danny winds up dancing with someone else. She'd never been to a real one, but it all seemed very romantic in reality with all the calls coming in to get flowers for their dates. The flower fridge he looked in was full of her delicate work that was easily picked out over the messy others that had been made by other associates. But she was listening to Leo about his day, and any thoughts of dances or romance went out the window with talk of this woman who was not able to hold off on spoilers. "Who would just go and do something like that?" Dawn looked almost upset. It was hard with that smile still plastered to her face, so almost. "It sounds like she was having a bad day."
Dawn slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, and guided him out the door to the chill of autumn air and the expanse of cemetery that they practically lived on top of. "Who is Hercule Poirot?" She repeated the name precisely as he spoke it but with that innocent inquiry of someone who had maybe only really been in the world for about five years. Blame it on supposed faulty coma memories. She'd let him decide which way they were to go, either down the road to Main or off the beaten path into the woods.