Blaise hadn't known what compelled him to retire early from the game of quidditch. Someone of his calabor didn't fit playing in the rain or getting knocked hard to the head by a bludger. His mum had made comments for as long as he could remember, long before the faithful day that he had made the house team back within Hogwarts. To say the very least, she had been disappointed in him, however, Blaise never made any expression that he cared about her thoughts on the game of quidditch. He enjoyed flying through the air, scoring points to become close to cletching a victory, and the most important part, playing in the World Cup. The handful of years that he had played within Falmouth Falcons had been beyond spectacular, even though Blaise had barely showed it outwardly, but it had to come to an end sooner or later to accomplish other things. Grander ideas. That's the particular reason that he had invited his best friend to take a trip with him to Diagon Alley. He had planned to spoil Daphne with anything that might catch her eye, but had no doubt within his mind, she had to know the idea first before anyone else. That was the reason he hadn't announced his retirement in his journal yet.
Daphne recieved the entire story and idea first before anyone got a sliver of such a thought. As always, Blaise valued her opinion far more than anyone that he had crossed paths in his life.
Anxious. That's exactly what summed up how Blaise felt about telling Daphne what he had planned on building up instead of playing quidditch professionally. Of course, he would miss participating within the sport, but all things ended one way or another. He was a man to take an idea and turn it into an opportunity, holding on to it as long as possible to make a profit. Merlin, already knew how wealthy he had been, ever growing. It was an idea to triple everything that he owned. All he had to was hope that his best friend enjoyed the idea throughly and truthfully.
A faint, familiar crack was heard down the hallway, knowing exactly without a second though who had appeared within his mansion. Blaise had known Daphne for years. Every scent. Every movement. And even the sound that she made when she apparated. Normally, others weren't allowed an action within a home, but he made an exception for the beautiful woman, especially since she was welcomed over at any hour of the day that her heart desired. Already hearing the patter of house elf feet shuffling in his direction, that had become overshadowed by Daphne's heels coming in contact with the ground with each step, Blaise smoothed out his suit, making sure that his appearence was better than decent in the near by mirror. Just as a hand ran across his hair lightly, the creature squeaked the arrival of the woman. Unlike announcing the arrival of others by their last name, Blaise had ordered none of the house elves within the Zabini mansion to never mention the last name that she was bound to. To him, his best friend marrying Nikolas was an accident, so there was no need to speak of the last name "Vaisey".
With a slight nod, Blaise had already walked out of the previous room that he had previously occupied and strided down the long hallway. It had only been a matter of time where he had reached Daphne within the drawing room. Her appearence had been stunning, causing him to pause to admire the beautiful woman for a few moments. Just as she paced back towards his direction, Blaise had taken a few more steps into the room with a small smile spreading at the corner of his lips. "My dear, you look absolutely beautiful. I hope I didn't keep you waiting far too long," he spoke through the silence, taking ahold of her hand and pressing his lips to the top softly. "You know that I hadn't done such a thing on purpose."
Already, he resisted on pressing lips upon her own. It was difficult, but somehow he managed to keep the yearning at bay.