#marco.

LOCATION — Knock Five Times

FOR — @gibscns​

There was something about September nights that made Leona a little melancholy. Perhaps it was because September seemed like the final chapter of summer, and if there was one thing that Leona hated it was the feeling of things ending. So she tried to work off the melancholy, shirk it like an ill-fitting coat. The attempt to do so resulted in a kitchen full of baked goods and not enough people to give them out to. For nearly twenty minutes she packed the muffins, cookies, and scones into what paper bags she could find. Yet the melancholy clung to her still. 

And it was getting rather irritating. 

Huffing impatiently, she gathered up the items and glanced at the clock. It was early enough in the night where people were still likely to be roaming about. Thankfully, though, it was late enough that they would want some baked goods to satiate their alcohol-induced appetite. With that reassurance, she set out into the night, determined to do what little bit of good that she could before conceding to a melancholy-tainted sleep. 

It was sleep that was needed, apparently, because Leona found herself in front of Knock Five Times with no explanation to offer. Her feet had simply carried her of their own volition, and when she looked at the basket in hand she realized that she had baked treats that she thought would be his favorite. Marco. 

Holding the basket aloft, she smiled bashfully at him in lieu of a greeting.

“I brought you some late night treats. I thought you might enjoy them and I didn’t even realize I was baking things that you might like — heaven’s above, you should see the state of my kitchen right now.”

“It’s been a number of months since we first became friends — it deserved a celebration of sorts.”