The letter that Jennifer had sent to Priscus Cordoba had suggested a meeting to discuss a mutual arrangement. Priscus Cordoba had kindly replied in proper decorum with a time that befitted the many duties that likely went with his new appointment. Jennifer called the Priscus and confirmed the appointment, polite and using all proper titles that the Masquerade had unfortunately afflicted, substituting 'Sir' for 'Priscus'. She would have preferred to remain using the olden means of communication, but time was ticking by. Sometimes a phone call saved so much time!
Upon arriving at the address Jennifer had suggested, Priscus Cordoba discovers a 'Flower Shop' that appears to be a store front with an attached green house. The lights are on within, although the sign states 'closed'. Upon his approach of the door, Jennifer opens the door and greets him.
"Good evening. I hope that the night finds you well," Jennifer takes a moment to survey the parking lot. The area is sparsely populated at this time of night and Jennifer is pleased to greet properly, if somewhat more quietly so that her voice does not carry.
"- Priscus Cordoba. Would you care to step inside?" Jennifer sidesteps to allow passage through the door, making a gesture of inclusion to the Kindred of Quality.
Looking beyond the brunnette at the door, the Daeva can see a round dining table set in the center of the room flanked by two straight backed chairs. Several counters line the wall, with a few tasteful displays of flowers for sale. The lighting has been dimmed a few notches by use of a dimmer, but is adequate to see by with only a few shadows hugging the corners of the room. A small box wrapped in green paper and tied with a black satin bow sits beside one of the chairs. The best of Vivaldi plays through a Iphone speaker softly flooding the room with music.
Juan Cordoba
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