London, England: A tea shop, Sunday afternoon
After completing last night's activities successfully, Parker had checked into a nice hotel and just played with the money that evening. Now she was spending a little of it -- but only a little!-- on tea. And those big honkin' muffins and chocolates.
She'd tried to call Nate. Then Sofie. Then Eliot. Then Hardison, maybe a little to gloat that she was in the land of Mister What and he wasn't. And if he'd answered, she might have gotten him a T-shirt. But. No one home. Oh well.
Bored and still hungry, she started playing with the rich girl's phone.
*ring*
[for a phone in the future, and those who live there; and one in L.A.!]
She'd tried to call Nate. Then Sofie. Then Eliot. Then Hardison, maybe a little to gloat that she was in the land of Mister What and he wasn't. And if he'd answered, she might have gotten him a T-shirt. But. No one home. Oh well.
Bored and still hungry, she started playing with the rich girl's phone.
*ring*
[for a phone in the future, and those who live there; and one in L.A.!]