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When Toni allows herself to be consumed by her thoughts, it's rarely a good thing. And since date nights had become an established thing, she couldn't get her mind to quit. She was always suspicious of Pepper and those damn diamond commercials. He plays the fool, but maybe he'd really forgotten. She can't be sure, but it had been a long time since she first brought up the "M" word. It makes her heart pound faster just thinking of it now too, but they're not getting any younger. This is important to Pepper, even if he pretends it isn't; and by extension that means it's important for Toni, too. She's sick of walking on eggshells.
She isn't home for the first time in years when Pepper gets home from the conference. He only had the one meeting so she knew she had to work quickly, but when she sets her mind to something it's like a stack of dominoes falling, she'd set something into motion and not even she has the power to stop it now. She leaves him a note on the counter, hastily written. Meet me at the park. -T
Central Park is a big place, but hopefully he remembers their conversation. Horse and buggies... Quakers... She has the horse driver do a figure eight around the entire park so eventually she'll cross paths with Pepper no matter what. She hopes he's here soon, she already can't stand waiting for him. She sits on the very edge of her seat in a sparkly dress that's so very unlike her, so that if the buggy took a sharp turn she'd be dumped to the ground no question. Her dark hair is swept up into a gauzy bonnet, feeling stupid yet elated all at once when she spots a familiar silhouette. "There," she points out the redheaded man to her chauffeur, who's quite happy she paid him for a full day's work already so there could be no interruptions.
The buggy crosses right in front of an unsuspecting Pepper Potts, one slim hand reaching down to help him inside as those giant horse hooves come to an eventual stop. "Hi," she says lamely once he's inside, the car around them lurching ahead the second they're seated.