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Something personal, huh? Not that you had much to give, but looking at Winnifred in your jacket again…
“I’ve got an idea of something for you,” you said, “As for me? In my mind’s eye, you had a nice pair of sunglasses to take to that beach.”
“And if I did?” Winnifred raised a querying eyebrow.
“I’ll take that set. I could use some lucky glasses in the times to come.”
Winnifred’s mouth fell open in a dry, unserious laugh. “Hah.” A shake of her head. “I doubt anything I’d have to give would have much good luck in it.”
“Every time I’ve been near you, I’ve been lucky,” you said to that. “Especially now.”
“…” Winnifred leaned her head against you, not seeming to have any pessimistic retort to that. “I suppose I can’t help but have a sweet tooth, to eat that up.”
You both sat on that bench a bit longer, before you got up and pulled Winnie to her feet as well. “Come on over to my place a moment, it might be a day early, but you get to open one thing up early. That’s always been the rule around here.”
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It was dark when you returned, Winnifred having parted briefly to pick up your request from her hideout. The sky still glowed from the lights in the city, which would not turn off through the entire night. Passing through the door into your apartment once more, you looked over Winnifred as she took her jacket off and hung it up, and couldn’t help but observe the outfit- or rather, the contrast elsewhere.
“Black today, huh?” You poked at her.
“How gentlemanly of you to notice,” Winnifred poked back, though you doubted that this was unintentional fashion. As you rummaged for the gift you sought, she looked over your shoulder. “To be honest,” she said, “I half expected you to be considering something else, when you take a woman home to give her something for Langenachtfest.”
