15799/Connor and Dinah

Connor and Dinah
Date of Scene:	05 September 2023
Location:	Sherwood Florist, First Floor
Synopsis:	Dinah and Connor have a simple chat in Sherwood Florist.
Cast of Characters:	Connor Hawke, Dinah Lance

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Connor Hawke has posed:
It's in the evening in Gotham City.

Rain falls in it's usual heavy stupor, the old buildings well-protected against common flood warnings, built on higher foundations to keep the water from reaching doors and reaching the internal space of homes, businesses, and operation facilities. Strangely enough? It's the perfect evening to buy flowers.

The door to the SHerwood Florist opens, no doubt tipping off a bell that alerts whomever is working or residing there that an arrival had made their way inside. He was dressed in regular clothes, wearing black jeans with a hooded jacket, a green t-shirt, and simple shoes. Green eyes seem to look through the flowers on display..

But also for any signs of attendance at this hour.

Dinah Lance has posed:
There was a ring of a bell, and well - a rainy day in Gotham - must be a day that ends in 'Y'.

Either way, it was a good day for flowers. And for those that love them. Connor enters the florist shop, and the place did show its age. Cracks and minor dings in the furniture and equipment were seen, but in the large cooler - an array of displays can be found. Cut flowers, arranged in colorful, beautiful patterns can be seen.

And with the ding, a *bang* from the upstairs apartment could be heard, and a voice would come before the presence of the person, "Hang on! I'll be down in a second!"

Dinah wasn't as worried about the flowers. Unless it's Ivy, who steals flowers? And she kept all the cash upstairs, so...

Dinah steps down the stairs, the things creaking as she descends. Denim jacket over a halter top, short skirt, leggings, boots - she looked like she was getting ready to... uh... go out for the evening. "Hey, welcome!" she says. "Do you need any..."

She pauses.

"You look familiar..."

Connor Hawke has posed:
It was a beautiful shop.

Despite the dings, cracks, dents, and other minor damage visible in the furniture and equipment - compared to other shops of similar model and make - this place may as well be fine dining. The flowers were /gorgeous/ and added a great deal to the color and liveliness of the space. The flowers were well cut, only the monks could boast that they /may/ be cut better. But alas, Connor's ears perk up when he hears a woman's voice coming from upstairs.

"No rush!" He calls back up, his voice deep and calming. It gives him time to look around. Of course he spots a traditional camera to no doubt ensure that no robberies were occuring. A voice coming from upstairs implies that the owner lives in this space as well...or just has extensive storage space in the upstairs compartments.

As he walks, he touches a flower and as he does so, Dinah comes down the stairs wearing...well, what looks like funwear.

That took nothing away from the beauty that shined in her every movement, a beauty that brings his eyes to meet hers.

Like father, like son. He has Oliver's features strongly in him. The same rugged handsomeness, the same smile, the same eyes.

"H-Hi." He clears his throat, a little bit flabberghasted. Either he wasn't expecting to see Dinah or he wasn't expecting to see a woman intent on hitting the town.

"I get that a lot. You have a lovely store. I hope it's not too late to buy a flower?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
He *did* look awfully familiar at that. But beautiful? Dinah did have a lifetime of her mother teaching her how to cut these plants. In spite of however much she might want to forget those skills - they were almost ingrained into her DNA at this point. But yes. It was Gotham. It had been a city that people had poured a lot of love into in eras past, and now, well.. it was a shadow of itself.

But it still had spirit, in the many people that called this place their home.

A traditional camera? He did spy it? Where?! Batman must have placed it there, because Dinah didn't.

Or Connor himself, ooooh...

Dinah's brow was furrowed, especially as the young man stared stunned at her. Lips purse, turning downwards into a bit of a frown, her fingerless gloves tucked into a pocket on her jacket.

"Hmmn," she says. "Thank you," she adds. Customer service maybe not tops on this Gotham traditional store either, by the seem of it. "And no - we're going to close up shop soon, though," she says. "So if you're hoping for a delivery - that's going to have to wait until tomorrow," she says, a smile nonetheless springing up onto her lips.

"So... who are you buying for?"

Connor Hawke has posed:
He is nothing if not observant.

Connor takes notice of the frown that touches her lips, the furrow of her brow, the placing of fingerless gloves tucked into the pocket of her jacket. She had planned to be somewhere tonight and Connor was keeping her from doing so. Was she more than what she seemed? A patrol away? Or was she just going out to enjoy the nightlife?

Truly, people confused him, but he wasn't going to be the reason why she wasn't going to have a good day. Yet, he looks at her. Keeping his eyes locked on her own - a noble feat considering her attire - and he seems flabberghasted. He clears his throat for a moment, looking away at one of the bouquets. "Could I have this one please?"

Seemingly willing to try and cease uncomfortability. "Oh, someone that needs remembering. More of a..." He thinks about it for a minute. "Depressing thing, than anything." He did not think hard enough. "No one in particular. I'm sorry if I've kept you from any plans tonight."

Dinah Lance has posed:
"You're fine, you're fine. Believe it or not," says Dinah.

"A flower shop isn't the easiest way to get rich in Gotham. It isn't run by Waynes, after all," she says. "Or Queens, actually," she says, tapping the corner of her lip as she finds a pair of leather gloves now - less the exciting kind, and more the bulky kind that protects people's hands from things like stickers on roses.

A pause though, and Dinah looks to him as he explains his reasoning. "Hmmn," she says.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says. "If you'd like, we can do a more mournful arrangement," she says. "Lilies, white mums... they go well together in an arrangement in my opinion. I can get something like that together if you'd like - or if you're alright with one of the rose arrangements..." she makes a gesture. "There's some with black roses ready to go," she says, her expression softening as she draws a new container from a box behind the counter, the glass vase sat atop some wrapping paper.

Connor Hawke has posed:
"Well-" He thinks about making a flirtatious comment, and if she's observant enough, she can catch the mischievous glint in the emerald hues of his eyes. "Well, I appreciate that. Hopefully I won't keep you long." Unless she says otherwise, but Connor seems pleased enough to maintain a seemingly professional stance.

"Still makes a living. Believe me, a fortune is nice, but it doesn't make anything lighter. Just a bigger weight of responsibility." Something Connor knew far better than Oliver at his age. "Don't be, it happened long ago."

He smiles softly. "That sounds really nice, actually. How about we go with your first suggestion, the lilies and mums?" He looks at the store. "How long have you been at this if you don't mind my asking?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
A shrug of her shoulders, Dinah's attention perhaps wandering away a bit - so she might not catch the mischeivous glint in his eyes. She seemed to be taking whatever he was buying things for seriously - and that was hardly the time to be too cheeky!

"You sound like you're used to a fortune," says Dinah at that.

"Don't envy you that," she says, bringing up her fingers to pick out some lilies from one of the other arrangements, moving to make something a little more well-suited for a funeral, the mums brought in to accent those lilies as she takes a few moments to arrange it. "Lilies are traditionally associated with funerals - but... the mums?" she says. "White mums like this are associated with grief in some Asian cultures," she says, glancing up towards him as he asks.

"All my life," she says. "Bit of a family business - only reason this place is still open is because we own the land, and the building," she says. "Flower shop in Gotham would have a hard time surviving otherwise," she says, voice thoughtful.

Connor Hawke has posed:
Business before pleasure!

"Ashamedly, yes. I've been without, destitute even. Money is helpful, but rarely genuinely satisfactory. It's just a reminder that you have while others have not. But, I've been able to use it to fund charities and help people who don't have. I suppose it's a tool, but one that must not be abused." He shrugs softly, but smiles as she tells him about the historical uses of mums in mourning. "Fascinating. I've been to Asia a few times and I never learned that." He smiles warmly at her, considering something for a moment before she answers.

All her life? "Long time to master your craft. You own this land? A proud thing to own. Not many people can say that. But I doubt business has been poor for you, someone always needs flowers. The company isn't terrible either."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Whiskey and motorcycles made excellent company, after all.

Dinah finishes the touches on the arrangement, and sets it on the counter in front of Connor. "Someone always needs flowers," she says. "But it isn't a vocation you're going to make a million in, but it does me alright," she says, letting a hunch slide into her shoulders as she looks to the man.

He did look familiar.

"Anyways..." she says. "Come back anytime if you need more flowers," she says. "Prove me wrong, alright?" she adds with a wink.

"But I don't want to keep you from... whatever you need flowers for today," she says.

That, and she needed to get going. She was getting a little antsy. Booze and beating on criminals helps with *that*.