They painted a striking image in the field beneath the sun. Black coats were enriched by the sun in such a way that it was only upon proximity that she could decipher the grey accents to his colour. Jane tried to focus on that rather than the fear that existed inside her; always there, always waiting like a tiger.
But, at the end of it all, this was just a day. And his philosophy was a relieving one, an enviable one. “Have you ever heard of the choice paradox? That those with a world of choices tend to struggle to choose? It is a bit like that for me.”
Joy danced within her, behind all that fear. The attention felt wonderful, and it felt wonderful to give attention. Seduction was truly a fun pastime. “And how would you propose I find myself, o gentleman.”
Im too lazy to add anything rn idk im in a mood
