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Luckily for his extremities, Delilah proved relatively prompt and he spotted her rounding the corner at only five minutes past the meeting hour. Chances were, the extra five minutes had been spent on her appearance. As Delilah neared him with a shy, sweet smile, he had the chance to take in her dainty white boots, the stockinged legs exposed by the combination of a skirt and darkly grey-lavendar pea coat, and soft white scarf. A white beret rested at a jaunty angle atop her vibrant hair, her usual flower peeking out from the side. "I haven't kept you waiting, have I?" she asked with a hint of breathlessness.

"It is," she agreed readily. Her eyes reflected a bit of honest horror as she glanced over her shoulder to peek out the glass door one last time. "I feel like it pulls all of the color out of me but..." She paused and squeezed his hand, lacing their fingers together more firmly. "But if you still think I look pretty then I guess I'm just being silly. You would tell me if I was wilting, right, Antony?"

Now that they were out of the cold wind, though, and moving slowly in the direction of a table, she took the chance to give him a sneaky once-over as well. "You look perfect," she announced with a bit of mock sadness. "Just like always."

"I did, thank you." She gave him and the chair an apologetic look before slender fingers quickly undid the twist of her scarf and the buttons of her coat. "Sorry," she murmured. "I don't want to leave it on and be rude." Looking around, she spotted a massive brass coat tree and smiled a bit with relief. A quick drop of her arms and she had slithered out of her coat and hung both it and her scarf up neatly. Only then did she take the offered chair, smoothing her buttery yellow skirts down. She left the white beret on and, somehow, it still worked.

"Thank you," she repeated, looking over her shoulder with a strange little grin. "Is it going to be cherry again today?" she asked sweetly.

"Mmm, no." She watched him sit and leaned back a bit in her chair, reaching up to tuck a piece of her bright hair behind her ear once more. "I think blueberry sounds delicious... Did you have a nice Christmas, Antony?"

Delilah's eyes widened and there was a mixture of amusement and horror within. Her mouth twitched as if she was fighting off a smile, though. "Oh," she finally breathed. "Oh, dear. You know, if I had known, you could have come to my house for dinner. You and Mr. Shade and your uncle. Mama always makes too much food and Uncle Kiet can only eat so much before he starts talking about how fat he's getting and the exercise he'll need to work it off." She paused delicately. "Then Mama hits him with the dish towel."

Delilah nodded, gaze locked on him attentively even as her fingers idly fiddled with the little bow at the empire waistline of her dress. "I remember you said something about a working vacation," she answered carefully. "You didn't sound excited."

Silence answered him and Delilah continued to stare at him unwaveringly for long moments. Then, suddenly, she dropped her eyes to the tabletop and moved her hands to lace together in front of her, resting on the table. "Oh."

Just that little sound and that was all. While a few shining pieces of hair cloaked her face, the additional fact that she had a poker face set to win millions in Vegas combined to give him nothing but a blank slate. With her eyelashes lowered, there was no hope of even searching her eyes for her reaction.