Fabienne had never packed so quickly as she had for her and Rémy's last minute flight to Paris. She threw basically half her cupboard and pairs of shoes into her suitcase, together with a load of make up. Her purse held her phone, her credit card and cigarettes, as she rushed downstairs in easy clothes (a grey jumper and black skinny jeans) to get her shoes on. "I'm off," she announced, putting her suitcase down and quickly applying a layer of lipgloss in the reflection of herself on her phone.
Explaining she was going off to Paris was quite a tricky thing to do, but she succeeded without too much trouble and as she stepped outside, the taxi arrived. Excitement seemed to bubble inside of her as Rémy stepped out to help her with her suitcase. In not all that long they were at the airport, where they checked in their baggage. They ended up drinking coffee before boarding and after take-off (which was just as thrilling as it always was) she leaned her head against Rémy's shoulder, shutting her eyes shortly. "I still can't entirely imagine that I'm going to be in Paris on the other end. With you," she said, her hand resting on his arm, almost subconsciously running her nails over his skin, softly. They remained like that almost the entire flight, which was no longer than an hour.
Once they arrived, they retrieved their baggage and she followed him around, seemingly already knowing the airport. "It probably already feels like home, does it?" she asked, hearing all the French around her. It made her smile, even though she couldn't understand any of it at all. They both made their way back out of customs, leaving their assigned gate, where people always waited on the other side and cheered when their loved one came through.
