154th Devotion: Falling in Love Again~

[favoritetraitor]

[Video for Cameron, because good looks are best used this way.]
[Solomon is impeccable in suit and tie, blonde hair lightly toussled as he gives his most charming smile to the camera.]

Ms. Cameron... I trust you received the roses I sent? Were they to your liking?


[Filtered from Allison Cameron, open to everyone else]
Who here has had the delight of speaking with Doctor Allison Cameron? I'm seeking to know her likes, and dislikes...



[ooc: Let the Love fest begin~. Stupid Cupid curse.]

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[favoritetraitor]

[He pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features momentarily.]

... were they not to your liking? Perhaps you prefer a different flower?

[as_damaged]

What makes you think I want flowers?

[No, she does. But Cameron is allergic to making this sort of thing easy.]

I suppose I ought to say thank you.

[favoritetraitor]

If they displease you, allow me to make it up to you. Come to dinner with me.

[as_damaged]

You can't just buy dinner-dates with flowers.

[favoritetraitor]

No, of course not. The flowers were mere gifts, although they pale in comparison to your beauty.

Might I ask what are your objections to a date with me?

[as_damaged]

Cliches and over-commercialized gestures aren't a solid foundation for a relationship. I don't even know you. We don't know each other.

[favoritetraitor]

Surely you've seen me... I've noticed you. We work in the same building, share the same passion of medicine. [Okay, this stings a little. Solomon is used to girls noticing him for his good looks.]

Dinner is a very effective way for us to get to know each other better.

[as_damaged]

You assume that I'm looking for someone to date.

[Well maybe she has. Really, she probably has; but Cameron is mostly attracted to emotional damage, so.]

[favoritetraitor]

On the contrary. A beautiful, dedicated, intelligent woman such as yourself is surely in no short supply of dates if that's what you wish.

But being here in the City can be difficult. With so many tulmultuous occurances, shouldn't we take some time for ourselves? An evening with pleasant company, fine food, good wine... what's wrong with wanting this?

[as_damaged]

I don't subscribe to that storybook notion of romance. It's not the idea of relaxing, or even the company. I don't know why you think I'd want to be swept off my feet.