He stepped closer, coming up behind her. "Fancy meeting you here, Coreen."
"Henry!," the gothette startled and blushed through her white make-up, "Um… just enjoying the evening. It's so pretty. Isn't it pretty?"
Raising the royal eyebrow, he regarded her with suspicion, coming around to stand in front of the metal bench, "Yes, Coreen, it is a lovely part of the park. Also not safe to be alone in this time of night."
"I was waiting for someone," she said, glancing down.
They both knew who she had been waiting for.
Henry wore an exasperated grin when he said, "Let me walk you home."