studdedmuses:

     [ She considers him in silence for
     a moment, eyes sharp on him while she
     shakes her head subtly. No, something
     greater was awaiting her, and if she
     truly desired it, she had to continue
     along with the cold soldier. That crowd
     of flighty women were a distant memory,
     already. ]

     [ His smile makes the corners of
     her lips twitch upward. It was disarming,
     in a way. And yet, it felt natural. Her pace
     quickly matches his, fingers firm around
     the strap of her threadbare bag. Wherever
     it was they were going, she may
     just be comfortable going with this
     undoubtedly intriguing man. His
     suggestion is met with a mild nod. ]

           ”Of course. I could do with some
       fresh air.“

     [ a glance parts to the group of
     girls who are watching from the
     window of the performance room,
     his hands rest behind his back. he
     believed that he had chosen the
     right person. it was right, and
     correct, and james pushed on one
     of the exits, the cold wind hitting
     at his face ] ”

          Do you have any questions you want to ask?
                                     About myself – or the project?“

          [ noticing the way her lips
          twitched, the soldier allowed
          his own smile to appear on his
          face, before he grinned. well,
          this would probably end up being
          more interesting. james reaches
          for the bag, slipping it off of her
          shoulder, and over his ]

            "I will carry it.”