xxi. harvest festival/giorgio
Raeger, a late riser, had a tendency to arrive to festivals several hours late. The townspeople, accustomed to this habit, paid no mind to him as he stumbled into the plaza during the last quarter. He was making his way to his usual spot beside Lillie when a rose gold-haired man approached, his face and clothes exquisite.
"You're Raeger, yes?" He spoke in a smooth, lilting voice that reflected confidence.
"Yeah," Raeger replied, self-conscious of the juvenile crack in his voice.
"Giorgio, model and prime landowner. You served me once at the restaurant. I must say, your cuisine convinced me…"