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Streets of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

Dinah Laurel Lance (not Laurel Lance, no matter what some people would tell you) was wandering the streets of Fandom with a purpose. And an address. An address that she could not read, because someone spilled coffee on the claim ticket for the dry cleaning she was meant to deliver, and now, now, now her family would be completely and utterly ashamed of her, if she couldn't get this package to the right person.

It was enough to make an innocent ingenue with the ability to cry on cue sniffle on a street corner, looking for someone to rescue her and point her in the right direction.

[expecting one, but totally open for silliness.'

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One might not expect a town the size of Fandom to require two dry cleaning families. But one must never underestimate just how much fancy washing a town like Fandom might need.

Which would be how Boaz Priestly, son and heir of Priestly Dry Cleaning ("Your clothes will be heavenly clean!") was out and about with a set of suits to deliver. Nothing could stop him on his journey. Nothing . . . save the sniffling of a beautiful woman.

"Hello?" he called as he approached, not yet recognizing the daughter of his family's bitter rivals. "Do you need help?"

It was amazing that on an island as small as Fandom that they'd never met, or gone to pre-school together, but possibly Dinah had been at boarding school (a different boarding school) and thus, had never been pointed out to each other as People to Avoid.

There was the Feud, you see.

Dinah blinked, and dabbed at her eyes, smiling hopefully at the very handsome stranger. "I do! You're very perceptive." Sniff, smile, blink, dazzled at the hair. "Can you read this claim ticket?"

Perhaps had they laid eyes on each other before this fateful meeting, things might have turned out differently. Perhaps at another time, the power of True Love at First Sight wouldn't over come the poor heir of Priestly.

Perhaps not.

We'd never know -- unless they decided to do a time travel plot or something -- because it took only a moment for Priestly to look up at Dinah and be immediately struck by her beauty and grace, even while sniffling. He smiled brightly back -- his teeth even glimmered -- and managed to completely miss the fact that she was clearly also carrying dry cleaning. "Sure," he said, not even looking at the claim ticket. "No problem."

"Oh, thank you," Dinah gushed, swaying a little with a power of the teeth-glimmering, and wow, he was nice, and wow, helpful, and wow, smart! "Someone spilled coffee on it, and it's my first day out of the office, and I so want to do well, and, um." Shyly, she pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed. "I'm Dinah. Hi."

"Boaz Priestly," Priestly said, even executing a tiny bow. "Now, let's see here." He looked over the slip and his eyes went wide.

There was no mistaking what it was for. The "Lance" name at the top wasn't even remotely obscured by the coffee stain.

"Um. Wow, it's really blurry, isn't it?"

WHAT WAS HE TO DO?!

That was a Meep! and Huge Eyes of Oh No! No! Because she couldn't have heard that right, could she?

"Yes. Coffee. With cream," Dinah said weakly. MAYBE IT WAS SOME OTHER PRIESTLY?

IT COULD HAPPEN RIGHT? Because otherwise she'd just fallen in Love at First Sight with the one guy here family would want to shoot on sight! This couldn't be happening!

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If his family saw him talking to her, they'd ship Priestly off to military school. "So, uh. This is a little awkward, huh?" What with how her family would totally kill him and his family would totally try to make her untimely death look like an accident.

Dry cleaning was serious business.

He look back down at the ticket. "I think this says Phoenix Way," he said.

They'd just have to work it out, somehow. Now that he'd met her, he wasn't about to let her go.

"I think maybe you're right," Dinah said, nodding mournfully at the claim ticket. Then: "Awwwwwwwkard."

A looong, tortured pause. Then Dinah burst out: "It's a stupid feud! It's not like Fandom can't support more than one dry-cleaning establishment!"

Oh thank god. "I know, right?! I don't even want to work in dry cleaning!" All those gross chemicals. He was sure if he was given the chance, he could concoct a totally green way to dry clean. Maybe even with edible chemicals.

It could be flavored!

"You're really, really beautiful," he said, because he couldn't stop himself. "If you said you liked me back, I would totally leave my family behind forever."

Dinah dropped her dry-cleaning, she was so surprised. "What? But you're so-- with the hair-- and the tattoos-- and, and, you don't already have a girlfriend? Or an arranged marriage? Or a soulmate or a babymama or a friend with benefits because I'd be really okay with just that too-- Even though my family would kill me--"

Well, he had had that on-again-off-again thing with Tish, the woman who did the pressing, but. . . .

"Nope. No one. We'll just have to totally not tell our families."

That would work, right?

"Eeeeeeeeee!" Dinah was now hugging Boaz Priestly as hard as she could! Because this was an awesome plan! "Yes! Yes! We just won't tell them! Or anyone! They'll never find out!"

Priestly was over the MOON. "It'll work. Together, we can accomplish anything." He knew this because he'd just met her. Clearly nothing could go wrong.

Clearly! "I still have to deliver this, but. When can I see you again?" Dinah might've been staring at his lips, not his eyes, hopin for a kiss. "Soon? Real soon?"

Now, he wanted to say, but the delivery would be too easy a way to get caught. "Tonight," he said instead. "Far, far away from both our families."

Dinah looked beatific. "Tonight," she whispered. Than gave in to the impulse and kissed him. Just the once! The squirrels wouldn't report that! Right? Right? "Meet you, umm. At the church?"

Oooo, do that again. "At the church. I'll count the minutes."

"Yay!" Dinah bounced away. Then had to bounce back to pick up the dry cleaning. "Um. I. Forgot those." And was now looking hopeful again.

"Another kiss for the road?" He asked hopefully. The squirrels would have to be on their side, this was true love.

Exactly!

Dinah melted. "Oh, okay, I mean, it's just a little--" Kiiiiiiiiiss!

Those squirrels *better* be on their side.

Priestly didn't want to, but he knew eventually he had to pull back. "Till tonight, my love." Yeah, that's right, he'd known her a full three minutes and was already using the L word. "We'll run away together!"

"Somewhere far, far away!" Which could be anywhere. "Vegas!" No reason!

Dinah reluctantly dropped Boaz Priestly's hand and sighed, backing away. "Byyyye."

What, she wasn't Shakespeare.

Music swelled from somewhere, poignant strings, and fog started to drift in.

The better to hide their love in. "You leave first," Priestly said. "I'll watch you go."

"No, you," Dinah said, starting to back away. She was going to trip over something like that.

"No," Priestly said, a doofy smile on his face. "You." This was scintillating, really.

Clearly, the Bard would be proud.

"Youuuuuuu." Dinah said, giggling, still backing away, with a twirl.

"No," Priestly laughed back, beaming at the twirl. "You."

They should possibly cut to the next scene.

This might take a while otherwise.

The music rose to a crescendo, and the scene seemed to recede into the fog, with a "You! still audible as the area suddenly cut to a look at the city. Village. Whatever.

Whew.

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