kiss in the garden

Dissembler was a good few paces ahead of him, fuming silently. Less fuming and more trying to squash his embarrassment before he arrived for dinner.… perhaps he could make that harder for him.“Dissembler,” Esper tried again. “About those negotiations…”That seemed to finally grab Dissembler’s attention or, at the very least, his curiosity mixed with confusion was enough to make him stop and turn on his heel. Though his face was now hidden by the mask, the confusion was plain in his eyes. (It was cute, Esper thought. When Dissembler was unable to keep up his mask or was, apparently, too embarrassed, he used that face mask to hide the lower half of his face.)“Negotiations start now.”---📌 continuation of a sweet garden memory.