“It was about this spy,” Anya began, furrowing her brow as though thinking back, a smile growing on her face. “She, uhm… well, she had one of those tragic backstories, y’know? But she eventually figured out how to escape the corrupt organization she was a part of, and even fell in love along the way. It was quite well done, actually.”
Spencer chuckled a bit. He knew where she got that plot from.
“I see… Seens a little far-fetched, don’t you think?” he said, seemingly serious to anyone who didn’t know who they really were.
“It was, but the author did an excellent job making it seem realistic,” Anya said happily. “It was actually a collaboration effort, which made it even harder, but they really pulled it off.”
“Well, then, I’m sure it was great… Ah, here we are! Our bags should be around soon,” Spencer said as they reached the baggage claim.
“Remember, ours have the red handles,” Anya unnecessarily reminded Spencer. She figured that he probably remembered what his own bag looked like, but she had to keep the act up.
Spencer nodded and leaned over to kiss her cheek quickly. “Thank you, dear. It’s good to have the reminder,” he said as he watched other bags pass by.
“No problem,” Anya smiled. “I could be wrong, but I think that’s your bag over there…” She pointed to a spot on the conveyor belt, where there was indeed a suitcase with a red handle.
Spencer glanced over and clicked his tongue at the sight. “Indeed it is. I’ll wait for it to get closer before I grab it. I’m sure yours is right behind, too.”
“Probably. That’s a good idea,” Anya agreed, also glancing over at the bag and then choosing not to move. Under her breath, she whispered, “This conversation is so boring…”
Spencer smiled and kissed her cheek, lingering near her to murmur back, “Incredibly. I can’t wait until we’re alone…”
Anya smiled and laughed lightly. “I can’t wait, either.” She paused for a moment before adding, “On a completely unrelated note, there’s my bag.”
Spencer glancedbover abd grabbed both of their bags. “Well, now we’re done here. Shall we go, my love?”
"We shall, darling," Anya said happily, taking her bag from Spencer.
(Skip?)
//yep :)
(To when they get to the house/apartment/whatever we decided?)
//if that works for you its fine with me
(Lol. Cool.)
Spencer set his bags down with a sigh as he looked up at the door. Turning to Arya, he grinned and pulled out his keys to unlock the door. "Home sweet home, love."
//:D
“More like apartment sweet home,” Anya laughed. “But yep!”
“Hey, a home can be anywhere you live as long as there’s love there,” Spencer declared with a goofy grin as he unlocked the door and opened it for her.
“You sound like what I imagined a mom would,” Anya grinned, stepping through the doorway. “Ooh, this is nice!”
“Oh, shush,” Spencer laughed as he followed her inside, dragging the suitcases along behind him.
“And there it is again,” Anya teased, flicking the light switch on the wall to turn on the lights.
“You are very difficult at times, aren’t you?” Spencer teased as he closed the door behind them and set the suitcases beside it.
“Indeed I am,” Anya grinned, walking around the small but functional entryway thingy. (Is that a thing?) “I think this place is perfect.”
(Yes? I guess? Lol.)
“It is, yeah. I like it,” Spencer mused, watching her with a soft smile.
//XD
“Shall we unpack?” Anya asked Spencer, turning to him and gesturing in the general direction of their bags.
Spencer smiled down at her softly and pulled her into his arms. “In a minute,” he murmured before connecting their lips gently.
Anya put her arms around Spencer’s shoulders to prolong the kiss, and then pulled away slowly. “That was great,” she said softly, smiling.
//I’m sorry that was terrible ;-;
Romance is hard
(Lol. It was fine! Practice makes perfect, you know!)
Sterling chuckled softly and kissed her nose. “I’m glad you think so. Ready to see the rest of the place?”