Lucy narrowed her eyes, arms crossed over her chest and a bit of an offended glint to those angered rubies.
"Come now, Lucy. I didn't mean it like that." Alfendi assured her, attempting to get near her. He didn't like where this was going now.
"'Ow am I like Hilda?"
"I never said you were like Hilda. I said you remind me of a friend I once knew." He heard her growl slightly in protest. "You do know I have more than just one friend, do you?"
She contemplated the thought with a hum. "It depends. What do you call a friend?"
"Lucy, be serious." His partially aggravated tone cut in.
"I am! Who do I remind ya of then?"
Alfendi put a finger to his chin as one specific other brunet came to mind. He could see it. She practically carried a little piece of him. "Oh, just someone my father introduced to me. My godfather, actually. More of an uncle, really, but I never enjoyed his company. You act like he once did. A lot."
Lucy tilted her head. "Wot were 'is name?"
Alfendi was ready to answer, when a raindrop fell on his forehead. Wiping it off, he looked up into the sky.
Another drop fell, this time on Lucy's cheek. "It's raining!" She exclaimed with a smile.
More drops hit them and the roads of London. Seconds later, the small droplets became a downpour.
Lucy was running around by then, splashing the puddles and letting the water hit her.
Alfendi was forced to follow along, his wet hair falling over his face and a small frown tugging on his lips. He watched his assistant kick up more water from the street.
She was no gentleman, like the friend he knew. That's one thing. Lucy was herself, a happy love that was more than just 'friend'.
"Come on, Prof! You don't like t' rain?" Lucy asked through the waterfall around them.
"I'm not complaining."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the streets.
It's fine with me. As long as my famous friend is by my side.