Gregory was seated comfortably on his bench. He was starting to get hungry and was contemplating where to grab a quick bite when something caught his eye. The van he had seen Cara leave in yesterday was driving down the street right in front of him. He was jerked away from his food contemplations as he scanned the cab quickly as it passed. All he saw was the blonde haired woman that had picked her up yesterday, Meredith, he thought her name was.<br/><br/>Instinctively, Gregory reached for his phone. He had it flipped open and was about to press the call button when he had an epiphany. He smiled to himself and snapped his phone shut again. He nearly lept off the bench and glanced in the direction the van had gone. He watched the vehicle turn a corner and disappear before he moved.<br/><br/>Suddenly Gregory had much more to do. He ran to the blacksmith and placed his order for a custom made Sgain Dubh dagger. He paid the smith for the order and quickly made his way out. doing his best to tame his hair as he went. Soon enough his long strides brought him to the florist. He wasn't sure exactly what he should get so he explained his dilemma to the kindly woman.<br/><br/>She smiled and clasped her hands together, simply beaming at Gregory. "Such a kind, thoughtful young lad ye are, Gregory." she said as she set to work creating a bouquet for him. "Thank ye Aila. I knew ye would know what to do." Gregory replied, blushing a bit at the kindly old woman's reaction.<br/><br/>Soon she had presented Gregory with a bouquet of Fire and Ice Roses, Tulips, and Daffodils. Decorated with Heather and Baby's Breath. Gregory reached for his wallet but Aila set her hand on his arm. "Gregory, this be a special bouquet. I be giving it to ye as a gift lad." He smiled thankfully at the old woman but asked anyway. "Aila, are ye sure, I'm more than happy to pay ye for it, ye did too much for me to not charge." She smiled and shook her head. "If I can help ye win a woman's heart lad, that is enough payment for me." She said placing the bouquet in his hands and shooing him out there door. Following him until he was once more making his way up the street toward professor McKnight's manor. "Good luck Gregory."she called, still positively beaming as she called after him, waving goodbye.<br/><br/>Gregory turned and waved again to Aila as he walked up the road. His long, energetic strides soon bringing him to stand at the front door. He nervously ran his hand through his hair, once more trying to straighten it some. Hands sweaty and shaking, he rang the doorbell. This was it, there was no turning back now, no matter how nervous he was.