Liv Et Moi/Alison


 * Alistair: He stood behind the counter of his Florist shop, waiting for the customers arrive and for Lennon to appear so they could do some preparation. On his left cheek, a dark blue - near purple - bruise was present, covered in make-up that gave off the impression that the applicator was in a hurry or some haste to cover it up.
 * Lennon: He walked into the shop casually, sipping on a cup of iced lemonade, and when he looks around to say a cheery hello to Alistair, his eyes find the visible bruise on his cheek, and he walks over, accidentally knocking over a vase that was on the ground, and when he's at the counter, he sets down his drink and chuckles softly. "Wow, I didn't know you got into boxing." But it's pretty evident that he knows it's something else that caused it.
 * Alistair: He looked at the knocked over vase with pleading and tired eyes as if he wished it would bring itself up before looking at Lennon, a fake smile on his face, "You know I love flowers too much to do that." He looked back over at the vase, "Speaking of which, you jut destroyed a home for them."
 * Lennon: He turned around, his eyes growing wide at the vase, and he turned around to face Alistair, a sheepish grin on his face. "Oh, I,um, didn't mean to do that at all. I like, I didn't see it there, here, wait-" He quickly got out his wand, and with a quick swoosh of his wand, he repaired it. "Look, all better~" He turned back to Alistair with a satisfied smile.
 * Alistair: He furrowed his eyebrows a little, "You know I don't like magic being used in here - it's a muggle establishment." He sighed and looked at Lennon, "How come you're somewhat late?"
 * Lennon: "Well, it's not like anyone saw~" He reaches for the cup of iced lemonade, waving it at Alistair. "If life gives you lemons, you make lemonade~. Nah, that has like, nothing to do with why I'm late. I was simply thirsty."
 * Alistair: "Maybe nobody saw but it's still magic and this is still a muggle establishment." He sighed again, "We have drinks in the back, you know."
 * Lennon: "Well, your vase is fixed, at least try to be grateful?" He stood up to throw away his cup. "I knew there was drinks here, but like, it's a 20 minute walk over here and I'm pretty impatient, so, um, yeah." He walked back to the counter, sitting up on it. "So, where should I start?"
 * Alistair: "I would say go and arrange some flowers, but knowing you, they'll be on the floor in a matter of seconds. Why don't you sweep up the dead petals?"