Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Marcellus stared at her. "Just friends?" He asked. She had told him that she liked him, and he'd tried to make it apparent that he did too. What was this, another human game he had to play? Marcellus hadn't dated anyone in one hundred years, back in the 1920's, and that was full of politics, positions, and gains that could come from the relationship. What was this?