finn’s lit hazel hues scanned the girl’s small frame & he could swear she was something special. he wasn’t one to do this love thing; dates, flowers, cuddles & all of these ‘couple’ things weren’t for him. he supposed, in retrospect, that running off after other women had not taught him the lesson he’d wanted, had not taught him not to think with his heart, but a plenty time ago, he had been convinced he was doing just that. living with his father had taught him to not believe in love & happy endings, but that the most important things were work & money. so, most of the time, the only thing he had wanted from women was sex — ava, on the other hand, was someone finn had to work really hard on, not just for sex, but for her attention, even. ‘ ava noelle — i wouldn’t want to take too much of your precious time — i’m not even sure if i deserve it, but maybe, you’d like to join me on a trip to paris? nothing special — it’s just some business stuff, but your company would be much better than going there alone. ’
