the switch ( helen! ) Who: St. John Allerdyce and Helen Janos When: backdated (because I suck) to Sunday Where: Central Park What: exchange
It was just a guy giving a gift to a girl. It was the type of thing people saw all the time, so John wasn't worried about anyone finding them out. Now why a guy would be giving a girl surveillance equipment was another question, but not one that any passerby would think to ask. No one knew.
It was, all in all, going very well. See, John could plan sometimes.
He headed to the place that Helen had indicated, a wrapped present tucked under one arm. In the other hand he held a sno-cone, because if he was going all the way to Central Park and waiting for someone near food vendors, of course he was going to buy something. That was half the fun.
Taking a bite of his grape cone and making his lips nicely discolored, he sat down on a bench and waited for Helen. Weren't girls supposed to always be early? Marie-Ange would probably hit him for thinking that. But then again, she'd been wanting to hit him since they'd made out after a bit too much alcohol, so that was no real change from things. John was just trying to let that roll off his shoulders. No need to get all caught up in it.