the flight was long, but it’s expected of flights out of the country. TRAVELLING is expected out of job she truly has. it’s one of the PERKS that come with & isabelle has always wanted to travel the world. spidery fingers brush against the marble counter top, INSPECTING their surroundings. isabelle carries an AURA of an elegance as she views their home, she has to hammer into her mind that this will be their permanent residence for possibly two weeks to a month. isabelle as a kid has lived a rather LUXURIOUS lifestyle, so acting that part wasn’t a problem to her. sable locks brush against the expanse of her back as she makes her way towards sam. ❝it’s about telling a lie, the best ones are HALF-TRUTHS.❞ she has no knowledge of personal space, rather she invades it breaking the boundaries of comfort. she PEERS at some, quite amused with their cover story. ❝tell me, mon amour when did we meet? did you meet me at a bar after a break from a law final? i bet you fell for my charming party girl ways.❞ she teases him, her hand reaches for his chin, cupping it with fingers. after all, they had to pretend to be a real life couple. it should have come easy for them considering they were friends. ❝together for four, engaged for two, and we’ve been married for three years. what do you think?❞
Having never left the states, growing up in a city in Kansas, Sam had
never imagined a life over seas, even if it was for such a short amount
of time. He draws a breath then, these walls held secrets in their boards.
The city streets outside sang with such deep roots of history, love and
WAR. Things that once thought could be forgotten but never really
washed itself from the pages of time. He’s here to work, but he will drink
in the history of this vastly b e a u t i f u l city that he’s been gifted. Even
if Lawrence, Kansas had it’s own past, nothing compared to the beauty
Paris, France had too offer them. Forest green oculars watch her as
she moves with grace, like a wave crossing the surface of a calming
ocean. The way the sun’s rays danced upon the atmosphere that they
penetrated. He offers a light smirk upon her words, hands residing in the
pockets of his light brown jacket, old and tattered with use. “So they say.
Then I guess we’re going to have to start getting creative.” Words fall in
a half joke as her fingers reach out, cupping his chin and his gaze falls
upon her beauty and he drinks in her scent, memorizing it to store it
just in case there’s u s e in that fact. “We met in the library. I was studying
for a test and you were browsing for a book, a book that I needed and
instead of taking it, I offered to share it. We shared a few laughs that
turned into a few drinks and the rest is history.” Smirk GROWS upon soft
lips as he speaks, knowing she’s mostly reject the idea but it was a pitch
worth giving, after all, she d i d ask his opinion. “I like it. Sounds believable.”
