Tarquin Bradford didn't mention he wanted to sound out Winona Newsom. Instead, he just held up the bag of pastries and a small cake box.
"I managed to wrap things up early at the office today, so I headed straight home. Picked you up some treats on the way."
Elysia Thorne was packing some homemade comfort food. Tarquin popped a piece of a pastry into her mouth.
"Have a taste."
"...That's delicious. Where did you get it?"
"A new spot that just opened up on the corner," Tarquin said. "Heard it's gone viral online."
Elysia glanced at the little cake, her brow furrowing slightly...
"What is it?" Tarquin asked.
Elysia frowned, staring at the cake. "This... I’ve seen this design before. I know I have."
"You've seen it before?" Tarquin asked, intrigued.
Elysia stared at it a little longer. "I feel like I have, but also... maybe not."
Tarquin was speechless.
After another moment, Elysia shook her head. "No, I must be mistaken."
She didn't dwell on it, looking over the assortment of treats. "I'll pick out a few of these to send over to Winona later."
Not giving it much more thought, Tarquin asked, "You're going to see Winona?"
"Not me. I'll have them delivered."
"Where is she now?"
"A hotel."
"Why's she staying at a hotel?"
"She wants some time alone."
"Why does she suddenly want to be alone?"
Elysia pursed her lips and turned to him. "My, you're full of questions today, aren't you?"
Tarquin chuckled. "Just curious. Are all these for her?"
"Yep."
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