“You know, I have that very mentality.” Yves said with a laugh, pointing at his eyes and then at her own as they very much were sharing a brain in that moment. “Actually, not that you mention it—” He said, holding his hand out for his shirt. “Well, it’s not so much a trip, as it is just my life now. Yeah, Rosewood was great and all, but have you ever noticed how some people get stuck here, doing the same thing day in and out, talking to the same people about the same things?” He asked Ella with a shake of his head. “That just couldn’t be me. So I’ve really enjoyed Paris and the fact that I have a life outside of here, but it is nice to come back to it every so often. I mean, not everywhere has this.” Yves said, referring to the fact they were literally a event where a number of their contemporaries were playing their own music. Some of that music which was actually charting out in the world.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Ella laughed easily as she handed him back his shirt. “Thanks for being a gentleman, though. That behavior was noted and much appreciated. “Have I noticed? It’s literally my worst nightmare. Thank god for SHE or I might be one of them.” Her eyes widened in faux horror at the thought. “It’s nice of you to stop by and visit now and then. You’re right, though. The hometown pride for Rosewood is so strong. I don’t know anywhere else that draws in names this big consistently. It’s no Paris but it’s a little something special.”