Cordiali saluti.

Hey everyone, having a nice day so far?

Anymore squinting and you won’t be able to see, love.

You look great in that skirt, sweetheart. You have quite the taste.

[`continues to stare at you.]

"Am I?" Kris rubbed his face, his pen twirling in between his fingers in his other hand before shaking his head. "No, that’s incorrect." He moved his hand to open his black moleskin, scribbling down a few note before he spoke again, keeping his eyes down on the book. "Popularity is such a social construct made for teenagers with low self esteem. What makes someone popular? Is it how many people know them? Is it their ability to start fads and trends? I’m not popular. I’m the farthest thing from it." He circled a word aggressively in his notebook, pushing it towards her to see the word LOSER circled in black in. "That’s what I was in high school. Still am, just a little less awkward."

[`turns to look at her, arching a brow at the sight of her before an impressed look crossed his features.] Wow. I’ve never met a female who was any bigger than 5’0”. [`chuckles, nodding his head as he slid his hand into hers.] I’m Kris. What’s your name?

Kris tilted his head, arching a brow at the sight of the box. “A bottle?” He took it from the other’s hand, admiring it for a few moments. “How exactly does this work and… are you alright, darling?”

Not at all. [`his eyes flicker to your skirt.] Although, I hope you don’t find this rude but…I’m quite curious, why are you wearing a skirt?

I’m doing well. I’m a bit sore in places, but that’s because I’ve been sitting at my desk for far too long, I believe. 

[`returns her smile with one of his own, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it.] Ailee.

Although I’m many moons way too late for this message, it is still awfully sweet for you to leave this. Thank you, darling.

Kris was wandering—again. He seemed to have taken to wandering a lot. His boss would have preferred for him to stay behind the desk and finish his work, but he claimed he was “too much of a free spirit to just sit behind a desk” and was given the okay to wander around town. Not that his boss could do much—there was no one else would take the editor in chief job should Kris quit. So there he found himself as he always did: peering into random windows with his black moleskin journal in one hand and a pen in the other. He was too busy admiring the delicacies of the roses on display of that floral shop that he nearly jumped at the sound of another’s voice approaching him. His previously distracted and dazed eyes turned to look at his new company, blinking a few times to refocus. “Sure. Why not?” He shrugged a shoulder; although he had no intention of buying  a bouquet, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.

At the sight of the female, he bowed his head out of courtesy before returning her wave. “Hello, I’m Kris, and the pleasure is all mine. How do you do?”

[`snorts at her attempt before staring at the ice breakers and bursting into laughter, clapping.] That was good. That was really good. I’m Kris, nice to meet ya’, sweetheart.