Days and days had passed. Stupid fights. Work. Laziness. It all contributed. But now they were just too far behind. The decorations were still up. The suitcases unpacked. People unnotified. Erin sighed as she looked around their room. Great.
Other than the few things she had tossed into their suitcase the day before. During a rather ill-advised hissy fit, mind you, nothing was done. What to do? She stood and started rooting through drawers. Nothing good there. Something she wanted here.
Two nice outfits and the rest as American as could be. That was the goal. So into the case went two pairs of beat up jeans, two oversized sweatshirts, some Yankees baseball caps she found in Stars End, tennis shoes, and a nice big pair of sunglasses. Erin had read enough movie star magazines to know how to blend in. Or at least she thought she did.
She stood and ran a finger over the line of bottles on her dresser. She snatched up one perfume bottle, a few makeup bottles here and there. But nothing too much. This trip was supposed to be relaxing, right?
It was when Erin opened up Sebastian's closet that she was dumbfounded. Jeans? No, he said he didn't want to wear those.... what did he want to wear? She furrowed her brow and pressed her lips together, tapping a finger on her chin as she thought.
"Honey?" She was sure she had heard him banging around in the kitchen. He did take the week off to get ready. Too bad they didn't really bother to use the time... "Uh.... honey?" Second call was a little louder. Then she frowned. "Sebastian?"
Other than the few things she had tossed into their suitcase the day before. During a rather ill-advised hissy fit, mind you, nothing was done. What to do? She stood and started rooting through drawers. Nothing good there. Something she wanted here.
Two nice outfits and the rest as American as could be. That was the goal. So into the case went two pairs of beat up jeans, two oversized sweatshirts, some Yankees baseball caps she found in Stars End, tennis shoes, and a nice big pair of sunglasses. Erin had read enough movie star magazines to know how to blend in. Or at least she thought she did.
She stood and ran a finger over the line of bottles on her dresser. She snatched up one perfume bottle, a few makeup bottles here and there. But nothing too much. This trip was supposed to be relaxing, right?
It was when Erin opened up Sebastian's closet that she was dumbfounded. Jeans? No, he said he didn't want to wear those.... what did he want to wear? She furrowed her brow and pressed her lips together, tapping a finger on her chin as she thought.
"Honey?" She was sure she had heard him banging around in the kitchen. He did take the week off to get ready. Too bad they didn't really bother to use the time... "Uh.... honey?" Second call was a little louder. Then she frowned. "Sebastian?"