Henry had not had to go to drastic limits to deal with a client in years, but here he was, in the ridiculous Madam Puddifoot's to amuse the spritely chaser of the Ballycastle Bats. He needed to finalize paperwork before she headed off on her holiday, but she'd avoided and avoided him until he finally insisted on a meeting. Of course, Valentine's could not be missed, so she agreed, under the terms that she got to have some of Puddifoot's famous petit fours. Henry had now been sitting at the table, alone, for a good twenty minutes while he wanted for the bratty bat, and was going to give her only another ten before he ripped up her endorsement deals and not feel sorry about it.
He looked around the tea shoppe, taking in deep breaths as memories swarmed him. In their early days of dating, Henry had stupidly taken Heidi here on a date, thinking that...well, all women liked the supposed romance that Madam Puddifoot's provided, right? She had been a good sport, smiling and making sure they ordered dessert, but months later she admitted that it had taken some effort on her part to owl him again after that disaster. Merlin, how could he have been so dumb.
Six minutes. Henry was about to raise his hand to ask for the check (he'd had to order something to keep the table) when a strange noise filled his ear. He turned quickly and was surprised to come face to face with a very disgruntled looking woman who was nearly falling out of her chair. Henry looked her up and down, trying to make sure that she was behaving on her own accord. She looked a bit mad.
Henry frowned, shifting in his seat to turn completely. What could she be trying to look at? He followed her gaze and spotted the young Chaser from the Pride, Ollie Comstock; oh, a fangirl. Henry sighed and gestured his hand to the empty seat across from him.
"Take a seat, you'll get a better look."
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