Her Day Job (open tag Paris)

[everybodylives]

River liked the museum first thing in the morning. It was quiet, not school children or touristy types from wherever they came from. Just a handful of staff and the faithful like the old man sitting in the hall of dinosaurs drinking his coffee and reading his paper like every morning

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[parisprincetroy]

Paris wandered into the museum, trying not to be distracted by the wonderful displays. He was wearing a nice crisp white shirt with some black pressed pants. He carried his messenger bag around him as custom.

He went to the information desk and gently inquired about River Song, "I'm Paris of Troy. Mr. Caffrey set up a meeting? Could you please be so kind as to direct me to her office?" His accent was smooth yet exotic.

[everybodylives]

"She isn't in her office," River smiled at him, he was attractive. Though as Neal had pointed out that was a given considering who he was. "But you've found her nonetheless."

[parisprincetroy]

The woman was older, but beautiful nonetheless (all women had their own unique beauty, according to Paris). Her blue eyes were captivating and her smile, well...mysterious. But what woman didn't hold her secrets?

Paris took the back of her hand and kissed it, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady." She had a sweet scent to her, a perfume perhaps? And an air of confidence. He gently released her hand, Neal failed to mention how pretty she was. "Did you still wish to..." what was the word? "interview me?"

[everybodylives]

He was sweet, and gallant, she did enjoy men from his era.

"I don't really interview people," however much Daniel might wish she would. She went more on a gut feeling. "I... decide if I like you and then I find a job you can do." She slid off her stool and picked up her tea gesturing toward one of the galleries.

"Walk with me?"