Jacqueline Santoro (vanity_kills) wrote in tell_a_tale, |
If she knew that he was doubting their trip she probably would have sent him to hell by now, how could he not want to be with her?
He looked good, surprisingly good -- she thought, when she met up with him in Boston from her Los Angeles flight. "I can't have you getting sick on the trip because you didn't pack the right clothes, Oliver." She said in a somewhat complaining tone. His snarky question brought her attention over from her laptop -- that was on the tray, eyes somewhat wide. "Heh." She gave a small smirk and laugh at his come back but responded in a cheerful tone. "Yes, I packed warm." Her laptop was folded up and put into her bag, her pillow was brought from behind her neck to her lap -- trying to get comfortable. "Ugh, sleeping on here sucks. It's so uncomfortable."