Alerion finished work and headed out, taking his time getting home. It was Friday evening and he was looking for something to do. He was busy looking at a fruit stand when a familiar voice caught his attention. He looked around, spotting Isabelle quickly, setting the apple down and watching as she spoke with a man around her age. It was soon clear that she didn’t like his advances and Alerion made a move. Stepping towards her, he let his arm slip with hers. “There you are, dear” he said, kissing her temple as if it were a natural thing. “I found those apples you were talking about the other evening...maybe you should come pick them out. You know I’m not very good at them” he said, looking over at the man. “She’s really good with fruit...why I keep her around really.”
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