closed starter for @emilioxcabrera location: the docks
Silas had his camera, he had his smokes and his lighter, he had the book he’d been reading, and he had a basket full of food from one of the restaurants he’d passed to keep them sustained. Technically, the clients were supposed to pick the date, but Silas didn’t really know the man he’d bid for. He raised his paddle out of sheer curiosity at the way he looked, like he could tell a story. As a photographer, he had an eye for stories in people’s faces. So he’d asked Emilio after the fact what his favorite thing to do on the island was, absolutely thrilled that the answer was going out on his boat. Silas hadn’t been out on the water yet, so he was excited. Hopefully, his date for the day was equally as ecstatic.
“Bonjour mon chéri.” When Silas spoke French, his accent was much more present, though it dropped a bit when he spoke English. He grew up with both languages, as his mother was full fledged French and his father was American. While he was mostly raised in California, his nanny was French, and that was enough to keep his accent around. “It’s so nice to see you again.” Stepping up, he kissed the other man on one cheek and then the other, leaning around him to see the boat in question. A smile broke across the younger’s lips. “Today, I want you to show me the island from your perspective. Everything you love about it.” He lifted the basket as if he was sweetening the deal. “I brought snacks.”
