Big, burly, and with a red eye. Someone else might have been intimidated. Chéri wasn’t, though they weren’t sure what to make of the red eyes.

Chéri nodded “‘ello,” Hs were for the weak ones that tried to fit in.

“Flowers. Pretty. Live long,” they tried to describe what they were hoping to obtain from Mehmet in their best english, which was to say mostly a collection of vocabulary. In the meantime, they stood up with their back straight (about the only straight thing about them, aside their bitchiness) and to look like a respectable client. Their french accent was evident.