Who: Knox Bundy and Hestia Jones What: A date Where: An upscale restaurant in Diagon. When: Backdated to Tuesday evening.
Knox was the sort of man who enjoyed the chase, and maybe that was part of why he was so drawn to Hestia Jones. She was an undeniably attractive woman, which helped a lot, and intelligent enough to keep a business afloat. Quiet as she was, Knox hadn’t minded the time they spent together. She was a treasure, honestly. She could be the sort of thing that would make Knox’s reputation just that much better.
Knox dressed nicely, but not overly so, wearing a clean pair of jeans and a buttoned up shirt, and he carried with him a boquet of springtime flowers from a nearby flower shop. He had considered the irony of bringing chocolates to a chocolatier, but decided against it. He strolled into her shop promptly at seven with a confident grin on his face, leaning against the counter as he hand the flowers over with a flourish.
“Good evening, Hestia.” He said to her gently, looking her over, “You look more beautiful than I knew possible.” He took her hand gently and kissed the knuckles. “Are you ready to go?”