talking her into undercover work took some mild convincing, though benoit had entered the mission with certainty of his success. a well timed smile, the right inflection, and a precise shot of his salacious gaze were the ideal recipe needed to make up eva’s mind ––– yes, the baseball hat somewhat diminished his appeal as it hid his perfectly tended curls, but he could still come out victorious at a disadvantage. the plan was simple enough : they both would join the tour through the outback as a couple of clueless british tourists [ hence the hats ] and needed only play the part well enough for its duration. then, benoit would see that the tour guide would crack under pressure and feed him the information he needed. ❝ easy peasy, right? you just have to wear this little thing ––– ❞ he hands her a similar hat, but hers is in pink where his is black. ❝ what do you say? please? please. ❞
a wide grin spreads across his face as @bariolage grants him sweet victory, and he happily puts on the hat on her head. it’s all very well and good, until his head cants to the side and his smile falters. ❝ something’s missing … ❞ ponders the detective, fitting his gaze back on hers. ❝ how do you feel about khaki shorts? ❞