98% nice
huffzy:
huffmikhail:
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“you honestly have no preference? we have a few days together – might as well make the best of it.”
everything seems quite surreal to her. his suggestions, unreasonable, seem to lose any kind of consequential value to her. the freedom of money feels like a daze above all else.
“you’ll fly me to south america for a cup of coffee?” she teases, a sharp exhale and a pointed look his way. “ambitious. i’ve never been there.” not out of inability or disinterest; her parents had traveled on their own whilst she was away. a clear disconnect.
she pauses, shifts her gaze back to the traffic. standstill taillights, stores filled during times of clearances, and the ever-present threat of rain looms in the air. she likes london.
“you know, i wouldn’t have minded staying. i think we could have.. a nice time anywhere? but since you’re offering,” the tone is dry, unapologetically tongue-in-cheek lamenting. such harsh circumstances. “let’s go with your first suggestion, okay?”
mikhail is intense, she’ll give him that. from despising her to technically dragging her out. what a man.
“somewhere warm.”
that she has to confirm it with a question makes him raise an eyebrow. is she doubting it? of course he isn’t going to spare any expense if it’s for a good cup of coffee. granted, going to south america might be pushing the limits of the already-overpriced five-dollar small espressos he’s tasted in his time, but if anything, it should be worth it, and if it isn’t, then his pride will prevent him from admitting it.
“wrong,” he tells her as they turn off the road to a less traffic-congested road, “that’s a boring concept, suzy. we’re going somewhere new because it’s fun. exciting. not just nice.”
he lets the, have a little bit of adventurous class, will you? go unsaid. it should be clear enough. this is privilege at its finest ( or worst, depending on the perspective ), and his phone grabs his attention again, this time already making arrangements.
“bahamas, then. paradise island seems like a lot of fun. maybe a few tourists, you know, but i’m sure we’ll be able to get a good room somewhere...”











