“What is with that bloke with the flowers that’s got every woman’s knickers all in a bunch?” Newt asked, startling Queenie from her work.
“Oh, you mean Mr. Graves?” Queenie said, her normally bright face instantly lighting up. “Of course everyone’s in love with him, he’s such a sweetheart. And quite a looker too, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“But why, Queenie?” Newt asked, hefting himself to sit atop her desk.
“You don’t know?” She asked with a bland little blink, then smiled - something strange behind her eyes. “You know what, you should meet him. He always stops by at 8:30, right here.”
“I don’t see why,” Newt grumbled, suddenly uneasy about meeting this stranger. “Seems silly. He’s just some bloke, right?”
Queenie stood to straighten Newt’s scrubs before shooing him off her desk.
“Tomorrow, 8:30AM. Don’t forget,” is all she said.
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I’ve been trying to practice some Graphic Design-esque stuff lately and Funkz has been a champ and let me borrow one of her fics as inspiration. So we’ve got both a graphic for the fic and a make-up flier or something for Graves’ florist shop XD