He smirks, raising an eye brow and striding over to her. He takes the opportunity to straighten his tie before putting a hand on her cheek.
"What do I owe the pleasant surprise?" He smiles at her.
For some reason, Louis’ sure that saying something about feeling neglected and stood up wasn’t the best answer. Huff.
"I was in the neighborhood?" Silly Diet. "Or something." She might have gone out of her way to get ‘in the neighborhood.’
He smiles again. Even her cute huffing made him happy to see.
"I’m sorry… About before Louis. I could give you all the excuses in the world about business and all that.. but I doubt you’d want to hear them." Gently, he strokes his cold thumb against her cheek. "But I do apologize and I’m glad that you’re ‘in my neighborhood’."
Louis would have been content with pouting, but the feeling of Diet’s cold hands moving against her cheek make her shiver, just slightly. Her disgruntled frown softens and she reaches up to take his freezing hand into her own.
"Your hands are cold still…" Gently, she rubs his hand between her hands in an attempt to generate some warmth.