Jonathan gave Preston a cool, appraising look. It was obvious Preston had gone to great lengths to dress up today. He was wearing a black satin tuxedo, looking unusually formal, and his hair was slicked back, making him appear more handsome and mature than usual. The expression on his face was different too; he looked absolutely ecstatic. Jonathan knew that kind of smile wasn't for him.
Seeing Jonathan's brow furrow deeper instead of answering, Preston squeezed between him and Elmer to stand before Niamh. Niamh was also surprised to see Preston dressed so formally. "Here, these are for you," Preston said, holding out a bouquet of 'flowers'. Niamh was about to refuse, explaining her pollen allergy. "Don't worry, they're not real flowers. They're chocolates."
Hearing this, Niamh looked closer and saw that each 'blossom' in the large bouquet was a carefully wrapped chocolate. "I had a friend buy them from France. There are ninety-nine of them, in ninety-nine different flavors," Preston said, his eyes sparkling.
Niamh felt a little embarrassed. On any other day, she might have declined, but Preston was dressed so extravagantly, and with Jonathan and Elmer watching, she decided to accept the gift graciously. "Thank you, Preston. I love them."
When Niamh said she loved them, Preston's face turned as red as a beet. "Heh, I'm glad you like them," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a mixture of shyness and pride. "Well… Jonathan, Niamh and I will be going now!"
After a brief hesitation, Preston took Niamh’s arm and guided her out from between the two men. Standing there, he could feel the thick tension and jealousy radiating off them; he couldn't bear another second of it.


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