While Delilah had no intention of calling them the same day Quinn had give her his number, she had meant to call him within twenty four hours. In her defense, she had not expected to be called away for a family dinner with some of the 'elite' members of the city. Her jaws still hurt from the forced smile.
So it had been nearly thirty six hours before Delilah found the folded up square napkin, smacked her head for forgetting, and called up Quinn.
And that was what had landed her standing outside of his place, double checking the address with the one she had written down, and then deciding it was better to knock than stand in the hallway.
Reaching out, she rapped three times then dropped her hand and waited. Standing there, with a bag that had some foil and cardboard in it, she just brought it to show a basic idea of what she might think. Otherwise, Delilah shifted her weight in her knee high flat black boots. They fit nicely over her skinny jeans and matched the leather jacket she wore to keep warm with just a maroon shirt.
Now, she waited.
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