The note // Cordelia and Doyle.

askahalfdemon:

Doyle went as fast as he could to the Hyperion. When he got to the outer garden he paused. Straighten the shirt, straighten the jacket. Shoes still tied. Good. Lift hat, smooth hair, place hat back on. Great. All tidy again. He closed the distance between him and the door, but not to quickly, he didn’t want to seem to eager.

A smile crossed his face as he caught sight of Cordy waiting for him. One last moment and he opened the door. Finally entering to go on his date with her. ” ‘ope ye ‘aven’t been waiting long princess. I came as quick as I could. And I see ye like the flower.”

Cordelia, who by then had perched herself on the edge of the welcome desk, looked up from her rose as she heard Doyle enter. Flashing him a small smile, she hopped off the desk and walked across the lobby to meet him halfway.

“Well…” she hesitated teasingly, before grinning. “No, not too long.” Twirling the flower that was still poised between two of her fingers, Cordelia nodded. “It’s gorgeous. Where did you find it?”

(via askahalfdemon)