@CWTurtleOfFreedom
“No worries,” Anya said easily. “I just like the aisle ‘cause it gives me a bit more room, you know? But you can take it if you want it, I’d be okay.”
“No worries,” Anya said easily. “I just like the aisle ‘cause it gives me a bit more room, you know? But you can take it if you want it, I’d be okay.”
“No, you can have it. I’ll be fine here,” Spencer assured her with a smile, kissing her cheek as he sat down.
“Okey dokey,” Anya smiled, sitting down after Spencer in the seat next to him. “How long is this flight, again, dear?”
(Where are they going again? And from where?)
//no idea, and no idea
Let’s say they were in New York and they need to get to… uhm… California? Minnesota? Idk
(Hm. Okay.)
“It’s about four hours from here to Minnesota,” Spencer explained, leaning over to kiss her forehead for seemingly no reason.
“Ooh, that’s great! Just enough time to finish my book,” Anya said with a smile. Under her breath, she added, “Are we just gonna wing this whole plan?”
“Oh, that’s wonderful for you, dear!” Spencer said before leaning closer, looking like he was just murmuring some cute, couple-y thing in her ear. “I think so… Unless you had a plan?”
Anya blushed to make the couple-y thing seem more believable, then said, “It is, isn’t it? I haven’t ever even heard of this author before, but I’m really enjoying it!” Then, again under her breath, “AKA nope.”
“Hm. I didn’t think so,” Sterling breathed, kissing under her ear to “keep up he act.” In other words, he just really wanted to do that. But she didn’t have to know that. “Well, I’m certainly glad you’re enoying your book.”
“Me, too,” Anya said happily, smiling. “It’s always so disappointing when you start a book, but it’s not as interesting as you thought.”
“Oh, that’s always incredibly disappointing, yes,” Spencer agreed with a nod. “It’s like a waste of time that you can never get back.”
(Skip?)
//sure
(Let's say… When they arrive?
And did they ever actually find a place to live?)
//good plan
and let's say that they bought a house or something before they moved? just like an apartment or something….
(Probably an apartment. Lol.
Do you want to start or should I?)
//lol
You probably should… :)
(Lol. Okay.)
“Ah, finally! Solid ground!” Spencer laughed when they stepped off the plane. He turned and waited for Anya to come down and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “You ready to go find our bags?”
“Lead the way,” Anya laughed, smiling. “Oh, I forgot! I finished my book. It was actually quite good.”
“Oh, that’s great! What was it about?” Spencer asked, wrapping his arm around her and leading her toward the baggage claim.
“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.
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