London had taken note of the man in the elaborate outfit sitting on a lobby bench. He was quite good looking, and she had hoped that he was the one she'd flirted her way into a date with. When she saw the bouquet of roses in his hands, she grinned to herself.

The urge to hop down the stairs and cheerily greet him was put on hold when she noticed him starting to approach her. With a smile, she stood where she was until he reached her. Her princess mentality was still there, and she felt a little like Juliet.

She giggled before responding. "That would be me, London Tipton! You must be Ezio." She took a few steps down, getting closer to the gentleman.