#verity.

𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚡.

"Ten dollars for your thoughts?" He suggested as he sat down next to the gorgeous blonde, unable not to check her and the outfit she was wearing out. Women just happened to be Leonardo's favorite past time, and most of them did not seem to mind that one little bit. He and Verity had gotten together numerous times. Which was why he all but expected this encounter to lead to something else. She was looking somewhat distraught though, and if there was something he was a master at it was prompting someone to get in a better, less stressed headspace. "You look like you might need a distraction from life." he added as he took a sip of his beer and studied her near flawless features.

December wasn’t watching where he was going, his eyes focused on the ground as he walked rather than what was in front of him like he should be. It was only a matter of time before his body would collide with someone, he knew this, and the apology was already resting on his lips when he smacked into Verity. “I’m looking for my wallet,” he explained, wearing a sheepish grin. He had to find humor in the whole situation. “I thought I left it at the pretzel booth, but no luck, so I’m attempting to retrace my steps. Problem is, I’ve been all over this damn place. Not that there’s anything worth having in it, anyway.”