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dangerouslips (dangerouslips) wrote in silverage,

And with another smile, she was gone. The flowers would lose a hint of color as she left, barely detectable by most. She hoped he would come by - in fact, she was almost positive he would - but for now she was more or less convinced that there were better ways to get to Tony Stark. She wanted to bring up the idea of a grand opening for the Black Apple - a lavish party with plenty of floral decorations and plenty of wine, plenty of phone numbers given out and promises whispered.

She smiled, fingering the rose still stuck behind her ear. For now, for today, she was worried about one singular thing, and that was perfumes for her own personal stock. The whereabouts and nasty secrets of Tony Stark and his cronies was not of any particular interest to her just now. She would bide her time.