( as much as i'd like to say the man can go unbothered at the river, someone's already there- though maybe not immediately perceivable. felicity likes apples. not as much as she likes strawberries, but she likes them. the apple tree never seems to be short of them either, and they're fresh and perfectly chilled no matter the weather. so when she spots someone approach- someone new- she blinks, and then... after some time, calls out just enough to get his attention.
once she's sure he's looking, she tosses him a bright red apple, too. )
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once she's sure he's looking, she tosses him a bright red apple, too. )