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[tab] [tab] [tab][tab] [b [#990000 he]] is the lead of the department, a man many find to be cold
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab][tab] as his assistant [b [#990000 it's her]] responsibility to keep up with every aspect of his life
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [b [#990000 but she gets]] distracted by the love letters she finds stashed in her desk from the previous secretary
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] curious about the romantic story [b [#990000 that sadly]], came to an end
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] hoping that maybe [b [#990000 that romeo]] is still looking for his juliet
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[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •so] okay if not obvious the boss is the one who wrote the letters and hes coldhearted cause he was scorned;
[center [tab] [tab] [b [#990000 my idea]] is this will kind of be like a pen-pal story?
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •do expect romance] im sorry ;-; ya girl always down for a lil' love
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 •mature themes including:[b violence, cursing, intimacy - timeskipped but briefly explained in writing depending on comfort]
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •doesn’t matter] how much you write, just give me [i something] to work with and please don’t write more than you have to
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •don’t copy my posts.] please push the story forward, world build if you can; I understand writer's block but it’s harder for me to construct a post if you literally just rewrote my post and added one piece of dialogue. this story is supposed to flesh out our character's lives and bring realism to their falling in love
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 •[b this is important]: I need someone who takes no longer than 3 days to post. the main reason im making these rps is because i need a distraction. it gets boring not having someone consistent to write with
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •communicate;] I work full time so i understand having a life and being busy. you don’t have to message me every day, but if I don’t hear from you for a week im just deleting the thread. there's no need to force a story
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To Lia she believed that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. One person saw something that they would consider stunning, a field of flowers, while others enjoyed the skyline of a city. It was different and it was that that made photography so interesting. Photography was in a sense a display of what one found beautiful. Connor was actually a wonderful subject of her lens and perhaps she had taken too many photos of him, but there was just something striking about him when he didn't realize he was in front of the camera. His mom teasing him about the photo album made her smile. "I definitely will. How could I forget Connor in a cat costume," she mused, that image just something that had to be seen.
Lia watched his parents play cards while Connor changed, having kissed him back happily. How easy was it to believe this could all be real? Any woman would be happy to consider marrying into this family. Connor was amazing and his parents were the best. Lia couldn't explain how his former fiancé had just disappeared on this.
She was pulled from her thoughts when Connor came back and she took his hand to follow him out the back door. It was literally only a few steps down the stairs of the porch and they were at the lake. "It's so beautiful here. So peaceful," she said softly, breathing in the fresh air, "Thank you for taking me with you. I don't remember the last time I had such a great weekend." The wind lightly played with her hair and she brushed it back out of her face. Looking around, no one else seemed to be around, despite the good weather. "It's like we're the only people left on earth," she mused softly, gently squeezing his hand. It felt like there was still so much she didn't know about Connor yet that she wanted to learn, but she didn't even know where to start or if they should use the walk to simply relax. She was almost tempted to take a dip in the lake as she looked out across it.
Connor couldn’t wait to see the pictures, curious about what Lia saw interesting or beautiful. It was amazing how one’s interests worked – so incredibly unlike another person’. Though in this day in age it was rare to find someone who thought differently or saw the world differently; so many people now, it seemed, were just slowly turning into someone else, everyone the same and mimicking actions. Lia was enchanting and for her to make him a subject of her photo, made him feel something he couldn’t explain, but his heart seemed to flutter, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” his mother said. “Make sure to remind me to get that album out,” she said playfully. His parents were laughing then, knowing they were not too old, and neither was Connor to be subject to him being embarrassed for fun. He shook his head n continued helping with dinner. He looked to Rosalia then, her concern or making sure they spent time together as a unit incredibly generous and almost sold the idea she really was his fiancé on a family weekend trip. Rosalia got along with his parents pretty well and that maybe made it easier to be so believable in their charade.
“Dinner is cooking, we’re going on a walk.” He let his parents know before watching as Lia finished everything up.
“Alright have fun,” his father said before cursing, his mother taking more of his chips as she was beating him in the game. Connor turned around to find Lia there, her arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled down at her.
“Yes, we can go on that walk,” he said to her. “Let me just change really quick.” He kissed her on the lips then. Connor had changed into a thermal, as he was a bit warm rom cooking. He grabbed a jacket, just in case it happened to get cold, but more so for Lia in that case as he typically ran a bit warmer. He placed his hand out for her so they could walk out the back door.
Lia by no means did she want to pull Connor away from his parents. She understood that his parents were important to him and wanted to spend time with them. After all, being the only child of her parents she was much the same in that she would cherish the moments she had with them. They were both lucky that they still had their parents and should use the time they had with them.
She looked over to him with a smile. "I think so. I'm sure I definitely have one of you that your mom will love," she smiled, happy to think she got a good shot of him, "The market had a lot of nice scenery." It was tiring, but after a coffee they would be fine. Going into the house, they were greeted by his parents. "We did," she agreed with a nod, "Just a little." She chucked, at all their purchases.
Once she was back downstairs she smiled at his and his mom's compliment, blushing slightly though she kissed him back happily. "Thank you," she said before going to the kitchen to help Connor with the stew, "I also have some photos for your collection of Connor." She imagined his mom would like that. As they worked side by side it was a good familiarity, since they did this at his apartment all the time. "You know, we should definitely spend some time with your parents tomorrow. That would make them really happy," she suggested, knowing that he would also be happy to do so and she didn't mind. After all, she adored his parents.
Preparing the stew didn't take too long as it was mostly chopping up ingredients and then setting the stew to cook. Cleaning the things they had used to prep, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think we can go for our walk now yes?" she asked, excited to do so. It would be a lot of fun.
Connor was glad Lia had fin and he enjoyed himself as well. Usually he would spend this time sneaking in work or playing a card game or board game with his parents. It really did make him think of when he was a kid, but he didn’t think of that in a bad way. To him, it was nice being able to have the ability to share those moments with his parents. Some people weren’t so lucky, and he never wanted to regret not spending enough time with them should they pass on. Connor had started the car once everything was packed away and they were inside.
“Get any good shots?” He asked Rosalia with a smile. He too was exhausted, but he figured once they got into the warm kitchen and maybe enjoyed some coffee, or a little drink, they’d be right back to their energized selves.
The ride was pleasant and not that long. Soon, they arrived at the house and both of them began to get everything out.
“Well you two looked like you enjoyed yourself,” his father said with chuckle. The both of his parents were sitting at the table, playing a card games. Connor smiled.
“Yeah, we got a little out of hand,” he commented. Rosalia had left to get changed and Connor was gathering everything to make easy for prep. He placed the reusable bags away, washing his hands before getting the pots and pans out. “Beautiful,” Connor said as he walked toward her. The dress suit her well, a nice fit, not too snug nor too loose. “It looks even better seeing you in it again,” Connor said as he kissed her lips.
“Beautiful dress Lia!” His mother commented after seeing the two affectionate with one another. Connor started chop up what would be needed for the stew; a fresh fish from the market already laid out on the cutting board. Connor was eager to get dinner started, to enjoy a walk with Lia.
Lia was happy that he agreed to the pillows. She didn't want to change him and she didn't mind the black and white theme of his house, but she had nothing against a hint of color. Still, something about his choice of those two colors fit to him.
He was right in assuming that she would not have allowed him to pay for the things. What did he pay her a wage for? Besides, she was already living with him, meaning she didn't even have any costs at her place aside from the rent. Lia wasn't a cheapskate. If she saw something she liked, she was willing to spend the money, but other than that she did try to save. Her parents had taught her the value of money and that was intensified by the many jobs she had had early on so that she knew what it meant to work for your money.
Walking with Connor over the market was fun. They got everything they needed, plus some other things she couldn't resist buying like some self made soap and the like. Every now and again she would take pictures, also of him, those when he didn't even realize that she was doing so were stunning. At least until they suddenly had so many groceries that all four of their hands were full. Lia laughed in agreement. "Yeah, I think so too. Let's head back to the car before we end up buying the whole market," she agreed with a nod, "That sounds like a plan."
Once they were back at the car and had everything loaded, Lia sank into the car seat with a content sigh. "That was really fun, but very exhausting," she mused with a smile. She was curious to see if she got any good shots, but she would do that later. The ride was short and soon they were back at the house. Grabbing the things, they walked inside, placing the groceries on the counter. "I'm just going to bring the clothes upstairs and then we can start cooking," she told him and went upstairs where she changed into the newly bought green dress before making her way back downstairs to help with the stew.
Connor ran his hand over his lips gently after her kiss, smiling in Lia’s direction. The pillows did somehow fit his aesthetic and he did love a nice red. “I like them,” he confirmed. Of course, he knew his home didn’t have to be a barrage of colors, but it was something about the simplicity of black and white, and yet how bold they were – that he found interesting. Lia was bringing color into his world though. He followed her to the counter where she paid for her items. He would’ve suggested, but he knew she was not above paying her own way and more. Besides he’d already bought her the bracelet, sitting in his coat pocket, and he knew she would have something to say about that. It wasn’t that expensive, but it was beautiful and besides everyone needed a staple piece, right? Or was he just finding an excuse to do something romantic for her.
They were back to walking along the market, starting to gather the ingredients they would need for the stew. Connor also made sure to get some homemade brownies and hot cocoa, figuring cuddling by the fireplace while watching a movie would be the perfect end to their night. The next day they could be a bit more active, maybe even go out for dancing. Once everything was gathered, their hands were more than full.
“I feel like the longer we stay, the harder it is to stop buying things,” Connor said with a chuckle. “We should head back. We can get everything for the stew ready, and take a walk while its cooking,” Connor suggested, already heading in the direction of the parking.
A small part of her felt bad. There was still Romeo and she genuinely liked him, but at the same time she knew she couldn't write him. If Jordan somehow found out about him, it would be a disaster and that was something she couldn't risk, no matter much she wanted to write him. Not that this whole thing was making this situation any less complicated. Sure, this here was an act, but was it really? They weren't near his parents so there was no reason to continue flirting and the like, yet here they were, as if his parents were about to walk into the shop. It was one weekend she had to remind herself, one incredibly beautiful weekend that felt more like a dream than anything else.
Lia hadn't seen Connor wander around the rest of the shop as she was preoccupied with trying on the dresses. She chuckled at what he said. Normally, she would accuse him of simply not wanting to state an opinion, guys always thinking it was a trick question like the does this make me look fat one, but with Connor she actually believed him. "I see you are a man of deep opinions," she teased lightly, giving him a smile as she turned in front of the mirror. Lia felt his eyes on her and it made sparks run along her spine. He did have a point though. She rarely wore all black. While she had nothing against black, she simply liked to mix it up a bit more. "I wonder why," she mused, stepping up to him, "Well, if you say it like that I'll have to buy it." She leaned up to give him a soft kiss. "All three is a bit too much for my pocket book, but the black and the green one are good," she agreed with a nod.
Just then her gaze fell on something else. "And we are definitely getting two of these," she said, stepping over to a shelf that held pillows. They were a nice deep red. "These will look great on your couch and will go a long way to pleasing your mom about color in your apartment. You don't need big splashes of color. Just sprinkling them in here and there is a good start," she told him. Lia knew that he had been joking when he said decorating their apartment, but they were simply too perfect. Content with the decision, she made her way back to the changing room. Once back in her normal clothes she gathered everything to pay for it. "And then it's on to the market," she said with a smile as she stepped up to the register with the dresses and pillow cushions in hand.
Connor smiled at Lia, watching as she grinned and played with the fabrics from the clothing pieces on the racks. He filtered through a few himself. He imagined this was what it was like when you were a couple. With Lucy they only went out to eat and the places were usually far, so as not to bump into anyone they might know from work or a client. They wanted to keep their relationship secret, or at least Lucy did. Connor was starting to think had he just completely romanticized a whole friends with benefit situation. When they wrote the letters, to seemed real and it made Connor actually think that they both were in love and soulmates. When they finally met, the flame burned high and long for them, where it was hard to keep his hands off of her. If Lucy truly loved him; why had she left without saying goodbye? If Juliet had feelings for him, then why hadn’t she written him back?
Connor looked up then, realizing he was a bit distracted. He nodded to her with a smile. “Uh I’ll look around,” he said with a chuckle. He was definitely not sure the style she wanted to go for, though he eventually came across some pieces of jewelry. He located a gorgeous thin golden bracelet. He liked it, thinking it would look stunning against her slight olive toned skin, red hair a beautiful backdrop. He made the purchase, heading over toward the dressing area. They were the only couple inside at least.
Connor took a seat on the couch, watching as Lia came out in each dress. It was actually pretty hard for him to choose as he did like the way she looked in the dresses.
“Wow,” he said as he leaned forward, eyes taking her in. “I like them all,” he said with a chuckle. Connor came to a stand and walked over, his hands behind his back as his eyes fell to her lips, the length of her neck and back up, watching that soft curve in her back from the mirrors lining the wall.
“Definitely this one.” He wasn’t used to seeing Lia in all black, he chuckled then, “Looks good on you just as much as me.” He said. “Or all of them?” He jested.
A production of cats. Lia arched a brow at the thought. She imagined him with his long hair in a cat costume. "Now there is no way I will not want to see that picture," she told him with a grin. Somehow it was interesting to think that Connor had been in plays, but it was fascinating to hear these snippets of his life. At the same time, she too willingly shared her past, except for that one part. There was a closeness that was almost mind blowing.
That it was nice that it wasn't too crowded. It made it easier to look around, but also to take pictures. Hearing what he said about her modeling dresses, Lia smiled softly. "Well then, maybe if you are lucky I'll try on one or two more," she mused, liking the idea that she could try on a few more.
The market was amazing. There were so many different smells and things to see. This was were Lia lit up. She loved exploring and stopped here and there to look at the stands. The soaps, fresh produce and jewelry was wonderful. Sometimes she leaned over to snag a caramel corn from Connor.
"I will have to take some more time here when we go shopping for food later," she told him before they walked into the shop. It was a cute shop, having a lot of clothes and also some decorative things. "Well, I think you're in luck. I might find something else too," she mused and kissed his cheek, "Anything you want to see me in?" She was curious if he had seen something.
Grabbing the green dress, she found two more, one with a floral one and a black dress that was a little more sexy. The last one hadn't been planned, but she liked the look of it. It was a bit more cut out than the two normal summer dresses. Disappearing into the changing room, Lia tried them on and came out each time. "And what do you think?" she asked each time. Somehow it was nice to have a guy's opinion and to have someone to model for. Okay, he said that she looked good in anything, but it was still fun. Standing in the black one before him, she asked, "So tell me, which one should I buy?" She wasn't quite sure. They all looked good in their own way.
“No not a woman,” he said with a chuckle, “We did the production of Cats, not really something I want to bring back up.” He said, remembering the awful fur costumes they wore. That wasn’t to say he didn’t meet some cool people. He’d actually had to take the class as a means to help with a healthy output of his anger. Connor by no means was a good singer or dancer, but he did meet some people who for once weren’t keen on the idea of judging him based on where he came from or his life before. That’s how comfortable he felt with Lia. Once they arrived at the market, he pulled into a full lot to park. It didn’t look like a big crowd which was nice and meant getting around wouldn’t be a hassle. He looked toward Rosalia who was thoroughly enjoying playing with the camera.
“Me complaining about seeing you in a dress. Don’t think that’s something I would get tired of,” he said with a chuckle. He knew Lia looked good in anything. What would be so terrible about seeing her modelling a few different styles.
They’d been walking through, a variety of good smells in the air. There was fresh produce, homemade soaps and other shower products. Lia was enjoying herself, taking some pictures. He knew the fish stew they planned to cook for dinner would be delicious. They’d been walking for a short period before Lia suggested going shopping. He’d been eating some of the caramel corn he purchased on their walk. Connor looked toward the small boutique she was mentioning, a green dress presented on the mannequin in the window. “Sure,” he said as he tossed the empty bag in the trash, wiping his hands with a napkin.
Inside they were greeted by one of the associates. Connor looked around; it was a nice store. “Are you going to want to try anything else on?” He asked.
Lia smiled at what he explained about his mom. "But that's sweet that she did that. Those memories are precious and having them as a picture is even better," she replied. She gave a played shocked look at what he said about the apartment. "You actually want me to bring color to your apartment?" she asked with a smile, "Careful what you wish for. It might be a rainbow later." Of course, she wouldn't do that, but she was sure they would find a little something that would already liven the place up a lot.
Coming back downstairs, Lia smiled at the scene of his mom snuggled up against his father. It was a beautiful sight. She chuckled as Connor tried to shoo her out before his mom could reveal too much. "You're not going to stop me from finding out. So you were in plays? Did you have to play a woman at some point?" she asked curiously with a grin before turning to his mom, "I would love to look at those later. Connor tells me you are quite the photographer." That was all she was able to say before Connor handed her the camera and she was ushered out of the house.
Holding a camera in her hands again was comforting and she took it out of the case to inspect it. It was a beautiful camera and well taken care of. She spend the short ride looking at different settings so that by the time they got to town Lia knew how to handle it. Getting out of the car, Lia looked around. It was a cute small town. "Don't worry. I won't drag you through all the stores looking for a dress," she assured him, knowing men weren't a fan of that. Walking along the main street to get oriented, Lia took everything in, sometimes snapping a shot, if she liked it. "How about we make a nice fish stew tonight?" she suggested with a smile. The fish looked amazing and with the right vegetables delicious.
Lia thought on how to best do this. "Maybe we should go dress shopping first. That way we won't carry around all the food with us," she said, wondering if he would be up for that. She wasn't too picky about this and hoped to find something she liked quickly. Scanning the stores, she did see something promising." Maybe that shop," she went on, seeing a green dress that looked like it could be what she was looking for.
“My mom should have an extra one lying around here. She’s a real photography buff. Anything and almost everything throughout my life she took a picture of. She’s the one who always has [I that] picture that everyone missed at a party or event. He said with a chuckle. He nodded then. “Going to town sounds good, maybe might find something to spice up our apartment,” he said with a playful grin. Connor looked in the mirror, adjusting his hair before heading out. His parents had no plans on moving, his mother already snuggled up with his father on the couch, enjoying tea and watching a movie.
“We’re thinking about heading to town,” Connor let them know. “Mom, did you have your other camera here still?” He asked as he crossed the living room and headed toward a tall cabinet against the wall.
“It should be on the bottom shelf in its case.” His mother responded, as she snuggled up more. She looked up to Lia. “You’re going to have so many great pictures by the end of this. Remind me to pull out the photo album when you get back. Connor used to be in the school plays and one year –“ Connor made a shooing motion toward Lia with a bashful look.
“Alright, well we should be going, don’t want to miss out on much sunlight,” he said, playfully rushing Lia out. He handed over the camera to her after attaching the strap.
He made sure he had his keys before kissing his parents goodbye to leave. The great thing about the Farmer’s Market, was that you could find almost anything. There were locals sharing produce, fish a hot seller and people who also sold jewelry and other homemade items. It was held on the main street, where there were also novelty shops and some boutiques, to which he was sure Lia could find something to wear. Plus it wasn’t that far, so if they didn’t spend too long there, they could walk the lake before it got a bit dark and cold.
Lia chuckled. She knew it was a joke, but the idea of continuing to be his assistant was a good one. Sure, he was a hard ass at times, but for the most part she loved it. "Well, I have no intention of finding a new job anytime soon," she assured him a smile. Now outside of Seattle, away from Jordan, they could even joke a bit about the situation. Perhaps, this weekend she could try and talk about it. In a place where she felt comfortable and with a person she knew she could trust. Lia gazed to Connor, wondering if he would listen.
She was surprised when he actually began to talk about the time. Honestly, she would have understood and respected it, if he had said that it wasn't any of her business. "I guess... for you it might have felt too good to be true. After how many other homes you finally land somewhere that is seemingly perfect. I would imagine it's only natural to be suspicious. I'm glad though that your parents didn't give up on you," she said thoughtfully. If her life had taught her anything, if it was too good to be true, it likely was.
Lia had still been staring at the house that she didn't realize Connor had grabbed her bag before he was walking past her and draping his arm around her. She allowed herself to be led into the house. Arriving in his room, she took it in. It was stunning. Stepping towards the window, she looked out at the glistening water, really wishing she had her camera with her. "You think your mom will let me borrow her camera?" she asked, feeling like she would almost feel naked if she went on a walk or hike without one.
Then her attention turned to the pictures on the wall. "You had long hair?" she asked, finding it so hard to believe that, but it sort of suited him back then. Lia was still walking around the room, taking everything in, her curious nature clearly shining through. His comment about the bed made her laugh. "Oh, that's going to be a real problem," she replied sarcastically. It wasn't like they didn't sleep close together as it was.
What to do? They still had a lot of time today to do so many things. Looking back out to the lake, she internally imagined a compass. "Let's go to town. Do some souvenir shopping, though I wouldn't know who for, and maybe I can find a nice dress or something that isn't office wear. We could make dinner for everyone tonight. And then, maybe enjoy a walk along the lake as the sun sets," she suggested. At least if she wasn't completely off, the sun would set over the lake creating a beautiful mirage of colors. God, she felt really excited right now.
“After all this trouble, you better still be my assistant,” he joked. He was glad they could talk about the situation and ease it with a little comedic relief. Though, they had both found themselves talking about Jordan and it was interesting how he seemed to infiltrate their minds. He was glad to know that Lia at least considered having kids. He knew she would make a really great mother; she was already so thoughtful and considerate. “It felt weird,” Connor told her. He didn’t mind sharing his past with Lia. “I was scared, and I think that’s why I still acted out, but eventually I kind of softened up. I realized getting into fights and ditching school wasn’t doing me any good. You know I was always praying for a family that would keep me and when I got it, I was so scared I didn’t know how to act. Gwen and Mike, my parents were really patient with me.” Connor tightened his grip on the steering wheel. It was nice talking about this with someone.
Connor could see that Lia was very impressed, but he was still for the most part caught up on the fact that she watched him in his sleep. He chuckled, finding it actually kind of cute and of course he was relaxed by then, the only time his mind seemed to shut down. Connor had gotten out of the car then, popping the trunk to gather their bags. He sling his over his shoulder, Lia’s in his hands. His parents had already headed up the walkway to let them in. Connor draped his free arm around Lia and kissed her cheek. He enjoyed being able to help her have a nice weekend. He headed inside and upstairs to their room, which had a gorgeous view of the woods and the lakes through the tall floor to ceiling window. There was the bed, their own private bathroom, and a small crook with a bay window for reading books.
Connor had a few pictures from highschool, and college taped to the walls. His hair had been much longer at some point when he was in highschool and really into the punk phase. College was his first year with short hair. Initially he had plans to go into the military, so he cut all his hair off, but his father convinced him otherwise. Connor applied for college and got in. There were his old audio cassettes and CDs and game systems stashed in a wooden compartment, the tv on top. “The bed is a bit small.” He said, as it wasn’t the size of his at home, but sleeping a little close together he was sure wouldn’t be a problem.
“So, what do you want to do? Head to the lake? Or go in town and do a little souvenir shopping? There’s probably a farmer’s market going on I bet.” He said.
"I think it's a mom thing. Once the children are too old to need them they look for a new baby and that usually is the grandchild. My mom is much the same," Lia tried to explain, or at least what she thought the rational behind it was, remembering how her mom had also asked about grandchildren when she had announced her engagement to Jordan. The volunteering joke made her chuckle with a shake of her head. "You wish. No that will only lead to problems when you actually find a wife," Lia replied amused before arching a brow, "I hope I'm still your assistant at that time just to see you settle down." Did she want children? That was a story that had a long rat's tail to it. Lia shook her head. "It's fine. No, I do want children. I feel like they complete a happy couple. Just very glad I don't have any right now," she told him, since she couldn't imagine doing all this with a child, "He wasn't always like that... There was a time... a future with him felt like the most amazing thing that could happen to me. At least until things tipped." It was strange to think that she had actually thought that at some point, given how things were now. Today she was aware that he had charmed her in the beginning.
Lia knew she had a good childhood and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Sure, they hadn't jetted across the country for weekends, but the humble family trips they had were some of the fondest memories she had. Taking pictures of everything she could with her parent's camera. "What did that feel like? To come from where you came to land here in this family?" she asked before she even realized that that was probably too personal, "Sorry, you don't need it answer that, if you don't want to." She didn't want him exposing his past if he didn't want to.
"Yeah, or maybe it's just the thought of a free weekend that's getting you to look less stern," she replied, "But yeah, the way it falls is more... soft. Like when you sleep. Not a care in the world," she mused, only realizing too late that that might have come off as weird that she had watched him sleep and she felt a small blush on her cheeks.
Once they stopped Lia gaped. There really was a giant pink flamingo. Somehow she had imagined it was a joke of sorts. "That's good. I need to stretch my legs," she said as she got out of the car, stretching her legs out. Lia smiled at how his mom was so excited about the flamingo and she happily obliged to pictures, understanding that the light really would look amazing. The food afterwards was good and so far Lia was really enjoying this. "Your mom really knows what she is doing with a camera," Lia mused as they got back into the car.
Luckily, the remaining drive really was an hour and soon they had arrived. Lia's eyes widened in amazement at the house. This was like directly out of a magazine about the lives of the rich and famous. Heck, her parents house could have fit in there at least twice. "Wow...," she said, clearly at a loss for words. Sure, she was aware that Connor had money, but he didn't really flaunt it and so this was like the first real display of it. "It's amazing," she said, slowly getting out of the car. She suddenly felt way out off her league here. Lia simply stood at the car, trying to take it all in from the house to the lake and the surrounding woods. It was stunning and she wished she had brought her own camera with her, but that was in her apartment.
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