101 more fresh air (1/2)
[Inside the midsize shop lounge]
Variety of flowers still standing on their pots adoringly as they flaunt their own original beauty. Each of their unique scents, light or strong, strangely compliments the other which was rather surprising. However, the supposed calming and serene atmosphere being surrounded by these fresh flowers was obstructed by Riggs loud sassing.
”D*MMIT! You're impossible!” Riggs 'humph' by her statement.
”Hey, where are you going?!” Tito asked on the retreating back of Riggs.
Riggs was about to flee leaving the silent flower shop in an awkward atmosphere. Alas, his flushed ears weren't gone unnoticed by the wary eyes of Tito and Wren.
”I need some fresh air!” Riggs shouted back without giving them a last glance.
”Well, where's your bathroom? I stink. And I also need a shirt.” After Riggs departed, Seraphina nonchalantly turns her attention toward Tito's unmoving figure. Noticing a familiar person on the corner of her eyes, she shifts her gaze to Wren who had a surprise expression standing in front of the sofa; she greeted.
”Oh, hi Wren.”
”Uh, hello?” Wren replied back in a very cumbersome manner before he turned his inquiring gaze towards Tito. However, he was purposely being ignored.
”It's good to see you.”
”Nice to finally meet you too, Miss Yue.” Wren tried his hardest to converse with her, yet, it was obvious that he was somewhat disoriented. Tito furrowed his brows in confusion, he asked.
”You know her?”
”Uh, not personally yet. Did you forget? I was the one who referred Riggs and Un-- Ace to the legendary Sebastian Yue.” Wren explicates in a trivial tone.
”I see.” Tito nodded in understanding by his brief yet concise explanation. However, before they knew it, Seraphina's figure was gone because she already invades the patio separating the flower shop and Tito's small room.
She helped herself out by ravaging on his belongings then nonchalantly grabbed a huge v-neck dark blue shirt. It didn't take her much time because Tito's room was rather simple and small. Only his daily life necessities, few guns laid on his mattress, a refrigerator filled with can of beers, and his closet could be seen around.