Friday came to Marcelo faster than he thought. After teasing Stephanie about the Loose Lips column, he ended up with a date. Though what kind of date, he wasn't sure. Friendly nostalgia. The business of social advocacy. Something more...?
He wasn't sure. And as he stood in his closet, he didn't have anything to greet that jumble of emotions nor that Stephanie hadn't seen before. He wheeled around and headed out with a slight limp. Marcelo had been casing clubs for drug activity. He had found some and had gone out as Vesper. It went a little rougher than expected, but he was mobile. His movements were a little tight, but he could manage.
He managed to purchase some new clothing that he hoped covered all possibilities. He wore a gray double-breasted cotton-and-velvet jacket, a red cotton shirt, a white cashmere tie, and wool trousers. He didn't have to spring for the black socks and leather shoes because those were on his feet before the clothes purchase.
Marcelo stopped by a florist on his way to La Navarra. He had money to buy the biggest bouquet, but he opted for the simpler pair of yellow tulips. He reminded himself to breathe outside the restaurant. He could handle staring down drug lords, but one Spanish business woman may be the death of him.
He adjusted his tie, straightened his shoulders with a small wince, and went into La Navarra to figure out what exactly Stephanie had planned for him.
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He wasn't sure. And as he stood in his closet, he didn't have anything to greet that jumble of emotions nor that Stephanie hadn't seen before. He wheeled around and headed out with a slight limp. Marcelo had been casing clubs for drug activity. He had found some and had gone out as Vesper. It went a little rougher than expected, but he was mobile. His movements were a little tight, but he could manage.
He managed to purchase some new clothing that he hoped covered all possibilities. He wore a gray double-breasted cotton-and-velvet jacket, a red cotton shirt, a white cashmere tie, and wool trousers. He didn't have to spring for the black socks and leather shoes because those were on his feet before the clothes purchase.
Marcelo stopped by a florist on his way to La Navarra. He had money to buy the biggest bouquet, but he opted for the simpler pair of yellow tulips. He reminded himself to breathe outside the restaurant. He could handle staring down drug lords, but one Spanish business woman may be the death of him.
He adjusted his tie, straightened his shoulders with a small wince, and went into La Navarra to figure out what exactly Stephanie had planned for him.