Who: Emma + Lucille Where: Easter Fireworks, Sunday April 17th @museplanetwrites
Emma had only been in Thailand for a couple of weeks, but she’d already learned that long pants wasn’t exactly an option. Even in the dark of the night she found that shorts a loose knit top was all that she needed. With a class of sparking water she’d settled into a place on the beach to watch the fireworks. By halfway through though, she’d found her glass empty and had headed to a table of drinks to get more.
Of course, who would be there by Lucille O’Rourke? She’d known she was here, had seen her around a bit, but had been intentionally keeping her distance. Emma didn’t consider herself a weak person, someone who gave in to things easily, but she had one kryptonite and she came with a stunning Irish accent. Emma couldn’t avoid talking to her forever though, so with an internal promise that a simple conversation wouldn’t lead to anything more, she spoke up. “The fireworks seem pretty nice. Almost kind of make me feel at home, except we don’t do them for Easter.”