"A lovely warm day, sun is shining, though the white and fluffy clouds sometimes block it. I think we should stop for a moment to decide where to browse next." He said as they stopped in the busy market square.
"Ja, 'tis a fint dag, for sure," quietly agreeing with the Garou and pausing in her trek when he does. "Well na, I still need to stop by the WHAM radio station to pick up min gift for calling into the request line this Season. We could go there next." Lightest of blues drift off Victor's face to glance in the direction where the station is located before looking back at him.
"I do not believe I know where that is." He took her hand in his, giving a squeeze and a smile. "Lead on, my heart."
"'Tis not one of the larger buildings," softly states as she returns the hand-squeeze and begins strolling in the direction she had been looking moments ago. "Og I have only been there once. Not inside, mind you, I just wanted to know its location." It is a leisurely walk down the cobblestones. Apparently, Shy is in no rush.
"Still, there has to be a tower nearby. That should be visible, from certain angles."
"I do not know anything about it."
"To broadcast their signal, radio stations have a tower that can be some fifty feet tall sticking up near them. It is fairly thin, though I think we shall still spot it if we look." He squeezed her hand again.
"Oh." A flick of light blues to the Garou again when she feels that second squeeze. "Is something wrong, Victor?"
"Only that we may be followed." He said quietly.
With a raising of one eyebrow she softly asks, "Is that not a ....given?"
Naturally, she is tempted to glance back over her shoulder but refrains from doing so. Instead, keeps her eyes forward, peering at the citizens of RhyDin who are also out and about (the majority of whom give the couple a wide berth). Now when they are approximately a half-block away from the station she lifts her free hand and points. "The building is o'er there." Stenciled on the glass door in bold, white block letters is 'WHAM! 101.1FM'.
"Ah, so it is." He nodded and put on just a touch more speed than his wife to get to the door first and open it for her, allowing him to check the crowd behind them. "After you, beautiful."
"Takk, handsome, though I tenk I prefer the other term," says as she crosses over the threshold into the air-conditioned building.
"Changed your mind?" he asked softly as he looked at the crowd once more before following her into the station and closing the door behind him.
"I have heard 'tis a woman's prerogative," replies with a nod. After taking an appraising look around the interior she begins meandering toward the reception desk. "Is that a bad thing?"
"That is a cliche. It is the prerogative of anyone. I think everyone must, sometimes." He gave a little shrug.
"Perhaps 'tis said because females tend to do it more oft than males?"
"I am not certain that is true." Though his own personal life might argue it was.
Arriving at the curved desk Shy smiles ever-so-prettily at the woman sitting behind it and quickly informs her of the reason they have graced her with their presence; by the receptionists expression it looks as if she is about to wet her undies or flee the scene. "I am here to pick up min prize for calling into DJ Zazzy Yas' Sommer Songs request line. Min navn is Shylah."
While leaning lazily against the glossy piece of furniture Shy finds it rather amusing how fast the woman flips through a stack of stapled papers while searching for the stated name. Eventually, the WHAM employee locates what she is looking for, and places a check mark next to it. An envelope is then held out to the Viking.
"Takk!" Do not blink, or you will miss how swiftly that envelope goes from the receptionists hand to Shy's gloved one.
Shy immediately opens the envelope and finds two vouchers: one for half off one day's tickets, no limit, to see "One Thousand and One Nights" by the Starlight Traveling Theater, and one for half off an order at Nicole's Bistro and Pizzeria, carry out only, in a complimentary blue WHAM! 101.1FM picnic basket. Holds out the small printed pieces of paper for Victor's perusal.
"I see. Very nice. It seems we now have a place to go, a thing to see, and reasons for doing both. Of course, we may have to get home soon."
"Ja, for sure, min elskling." The vouchers are returned to the envelope with another sweet-as-pie dimpled smile to the receptionist. "Farvel for na!"
"Thank you," he added to the woman before opening the door once more, eyes hardening as they scanned for certain faces.
Did Shy just hear the receptionist groan, then try to cover it with a cough' Quite possibly. No doubt because of the 'for na' part of the seafarer's farewell, which means they could return again for whatever reason.
It is a small matter to the Viking. In fact, she mayhap snickered on her way out!
He left, closing the door behind him again. "Where to next?" he wondered.
(adapted from live rp)