[Wanda and her determination with hats. Pietro had meant food, but he doesn't say so, just rolls his eyes as she hums to herself, and never takes that bait. When she lets go, he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets to stop himself from reaching for her again. He shrugs, nodding towards the direction of the store. Go already, Wanda.]
I like the one by the entrance.
[But he'll be waiting where she specified, by the patch of flowers, stretching his legs across the seat so no one else joins him, incessantly tapping his fingers on the back of the bench.]
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I like the one by the entrance.
[But he'll be waiting where she specified, by the patch of flowers, stretching his legs across the seat so no one else joins him, incessantly tapping his fingers on the back of the bench.]