...bun in the oven?
WHO: Emiliana and Jared
WHEN: January 1st, late morning
WHERE: SOMEWHERE WARM, USA
WHAT: In which a horrible, horrible discovery is made while the two are on holiday in the guise of a beautifully wrapped gift from Mrs. Montour.
No cold. No snow, no icy sidewalks, and no clouds of breath greeting her the moment she stepped out of her apartment.
Instead, relatively warm and enjoyable weather lay beyond the currently closed blinds of Emiliana and Jared's hotel room. But there was no need to get out bed just yet. They had spent the last two days outside, exploring Miami and its beaches during the day before going out for dinner each evening. And after a rather enjoyable and romantic New Years Eve date and, ah, night together, the only thing Emi wanted to do was lay in bed all morning before getting up to get ready for another day, or afternoon, on the streets of Miami.
Bare legs stretching out beneath the bed comforter, Emi curled up beside Jared while her hand absently moved to tug down the over sized shirt she had nicked from him. She could vaguely make out the sounds of the television from across the room as nudged Jared's side with her nose. Really, there was no need to get up just yet.
However, a quick glance beyond Jared brought something to her attention. A bulky yet nicely wrapped present resting, untouched, inside of Jared's half-opened suitcase. It arrived the day the two were going to fly out from Liberty and rather than leaving it behind to open later, they both deemed it a good idea to just open Jared's (and Emi's gift from what the card said-?) gift as soon as they landed.
Of course, it wound up slipping their mind over the last two days.
Sitting up, Emi halfheartedly attempted to smooth down her hair before prodding Jared. "You forgot to open your mother's present," she said with a small, teasing smile.
WHEN: January 1st, late morning
WHERE: SOMEWHERE WARM, USA
WHAT: In which a horrible, horrible discovery is made while the two are on holiday in the guise of a beautifully wrapped gift from Mrs. Montour.
No cold. No snow, no icy sidewalks, and no clouds of breath greeting her the moment she stepped out of her apartment.
Instead, relatively warm and enjoyable weather lay beyond the currently closed blinds of Emiliana and Jared's hotel room. But there was no need to get out bed just yet. They had spent the last two days outside, exploring Miami and its beaches during the day before going out for dinner each evening. And after a rather enjoyable and romantic New Years Eve date and, ah, night together, the only thing Emi wanted to do was lay in bed all morning before getting up to get ready for another day, or afternoon, on the streets of Miami.
Bare legs stretching out beneath the bed comforter, Emi curled up beside Jared while her hand absently moved to tug down the over sized shirt she had nicked from him. She could vaguely make out the sounds of the television from across the room as nudged Jared's side with her nose. Really, there was no need to get up just yet.
However, a quick glance beyond Jared brought something to her attention. A bulky yet nicely wrapped present resting, untouched, inside of Jared's half-opened suitcase. It arrived the day the two were going to fly out from Liberty and rather than leaving it behind to open later, they both deemed it a good idea to just open Jared's (and Emi's gift from what the card said-?) gift as soon as they landed.
Of course, it wound up slipping their mind over the last two days.
Sitting up, Emi halfheartedly attempted to smooth down her hair before prodding Jared. "You forgot to open your mother's present," she said with a small, teasing smile.