Sara Hutchins Posted November 8, 2017 Share Posted November 8, 2017 PARIS; FRANCE JANUARY 1, 2017 11:45 Am and it was cold outside, 34 degrees F (1.1 C), so they dressed the part even though it didn't bother Sara at all and was only a little irksome for Sean. It was Sean's Birthday and Sara had wanted to bring her here to celebrate. Fashion, Museums, Theater, things Sara thought Sean would like, hoped Sean would like. This was the kind of thing Sara had dreaded all along about having a girlfriend, having a relationship outside of just fooling around and partying. After all that was pretty much all she had ever done with her only other relationship, fuck and smoke weed. Sean deserved more, needed more. And Sara was out of her depth in trying to figure out what that something was. She took a pull on her cigarette, at least smoking wasn't banned here, and looked across the table at Sean. She saw all the other people copping looks at her girlfriend as well and it made her vision go a little red. The were sitting at a table outside on a quaint little cafe that Devin had recommended. The Terrace was kept reasonably warm by large braziers scattered around, the sky was clear and it hadn't rain today, yet. Being as it was New Years day the streets were mostly empty with most business and sites closed for the holiday, something Sara had faild to consider. Strike one. Sean was looking at a menu while their waiter was filling their coffee order. Sara took another puff on her cig. "Why do you still smoke those?" Asked Sean without even looking up from the menu. "The whole because I like the taste thing doesn't really exist anymore sine your no longer addicted to the nicotine, which is what made your brain think it liked the taste before." Sara paused and looked at the cigarette between her fingers. "I don't know, habit I guess. Give me something to do with my hands." Sean lowered the menu and looked over at her girlfriend a slightly wicked smirk curving her beautiful lips. "It's a nasty habit, and I can think of much better things to do with your hands." Sara looks at Sean for a moment her face unreadable, then she smiles. "Your right babe." Sara stubs out her cigarette and watches as the waiter arrives with their coffees and to take their order. Spoiler This is an open interlude. Devin knows where they are so anyone can pop in if they want. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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