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The shop he worked in was small - most of their customers were regulars that came back with the spring season, looking for new plants to add to their gardens. Others came to seek help in getting their gardens cleaned up to plant again. Fitz didn’t have the best memory, and sometimes it took him a while to remember the name of each and every one of the people that stopped by his place of employment, but he was fairly certain this guy was unfamiliar.

New people made him the most nervous, because he didn’t know what to expect, but that sentiment didn’t make it to his expression... well, not beyond the ever-present flicker of anxiety and vague dread that always lurked in his features. They weren’t even inside yet; he’d stepped out to bring some of the larger potted plants indoors, and had nearly collided with this guy on the way back. Fitz still gave the other a polite smile, would have offered a hand to shake if his arms weren’t full of potted perennials.

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    Soft string against harsh cord played mesmerizing, rhythmic music that had guests hand in hand as they glided across an alabaster floor. Drunken giggles, uproarious laughter, and shining smiles accompanied the beautiful noise to produce the perfect atmosphere for a party so frequently held. Inventor, barons, and business-people alike partook in the dimly lit festivities. 

    There was hardly a person without another on their arm or shoulder, gladly accompanying one another in the merriment. It was for this reason that one particular figure, along with a glass in hand, caught the attention of one of the women who was being passed from arm to arm. Gemina bowed her way out of a conversation with a gentleman who could not stop discussing his cows in order to make her way to the slender, dark figure lurking at the edge of the room.