Room 402, Saturday Morning

[boho_to_be]

The letter from home had found Christian a few days ago, but he hadn't opened it yet. He'd been too busy cruising on the play performance and evenings with Rinoa to want to even think about London. Besides, nothing could be going on that wouldn't wait a bit

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[angelo_wings]

Finals were over! Finals were over, and tonight was the play, and Rinoa was in a wonderful mood as she leaned against Christian's door and knocked on the open frame.

She would happily have started to sing the next verse, had she known the song.

"You're in a good mood," she observed.

[boho_to_be]

"Rinoa."

Oh, there went the one thing that was going to make the song stop in his throat. "I'm in an -- interesting mood. I have news. Come in, please."

[angelo_wings]

She frowned, noticing the way he'd stopped short when she had knocked. Something good, but bad at the same time. She nodded.

"You have news?" she asked. "Good news?"

She was going to seat herself on the nearest chair and listen.

[boho_to_be]

"All in how you look at it," Christian said, biting a thumbnail in a nervous tick. "I've decided to leave school to go to Paris and write, the way I've always talked about. My father wants me at home and -- I think it's time for me to strike out on my own."

He reached over to tap her arm. "I'll just hate leaving you."