[Apollo slips into the room where Elena is waiting, a silk top hat in his hand. As he gets closer she can probably see the white slips of paper that are resting on the inside. He smirks a bit in her direction, before holding out the hat to her.]
Pick one.
[Who knows what she's actually picking? Is it dinner options? Is it flirty but respectful dares? That is a risk you must be willing to take, Elena.]
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Pick one.
[Who knows what she's actually picking? Is it dinner options? Is it flirty but respectful dares? That is a risk you must be willing to take, Elena.]