"You've reached the inbox of Jeremiah Gottwald. I'm unavailable at the moment, but leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."
[Not that they were delaying or stalling or anything of that sort, but would she really be a member of the imperial family if she didn't phrase things with a little extra dramatic flair? No. No she would not. It's genetic.]
[Jeremiah just hums an acknowledgment. It feels like a placeholder for the "Yes, Your Highness" that he can only think to offer otherwise, but he holds it. Frankly, it's already starting to feel out of place. What is appropriate between them feels up in the air these days, but even with the persistent heaviness dragging at them, he really is glad for her company.
The last few blocks pass without much fanfare. Once they reach the bar, Jeremiah steps forward to the door and opens it for her with a gesture, allowing himself at least this much.]
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[Not that they were delaying or stalling or anything of that sort, but would she really be a member of the imperial family if she didn't phrase things with a little extra dramatic flair? No. No she would not. It's genetic.]
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The last few blocks pass without much fanfare. Once they reach the bar, Jeremiah steps forward to the door and opens it for her with a gesture, allowing himself at least this much.]
After you.