Due to the large amount of support this story has been getting, I decided to rewrite and revamp it. The story will be having the pace and feel I originally wanted it to have so hopefully I'll get a good reaction from you all. Thank you for your readership!
Montreal was as lively as usual. Bright lights, exotic smells and colorful people roamed the streets with joyous laughs and jests. As the evening went by, workers hurried home from their officers to their wives and children, entertainers walked about for their nightly shifts, a few students here and there enjoying the cool night air and even some couples by the small alleyways hiding their passion yet never escaping the clear moon's light.
A young woman observed it all through a large mildly tinted glass window, choosing not to partake in the city's nightly hubbub, but rather choosing to enjoy her warm platter of Italian spaghetti and meatballs with a glass of fine wine in the company of a good friend. "I knew you had it in you, William, but I didn't think you would actually take my word for it." The woman sipped her wine, gracing her friend a small smile " I would think a stuck-up banker like you would be more... reserved... especially when it comes to a career change."
The man sitting across from her sat upright, a tad more rigidly than a normal person should. "As I said, it is only temporary. The initial pay was rather handsome and made good pocket money." William T. Spears wasn't a man of worldly desires. Very few things startled him, and even less impressed him. He wasn't known to be a "best foot forward" type of man but more of a "enough of a foot to take a step" kind of individual, which lead to his colleagues' and family's bewilderment when he decided to accept the production company's offer.
"You never cease to surprise me, William." The woman across him chuckled softly as both continued to engage in idle chatter and enjoy their meals. Michelle Rothschild had a rather regal air surrounding her as she conversed with her rather strict partner with surprising ease and familiarity. The gems glinting against the light on a lovely band of silver on her ring finger caught her partner's attention. "Isn't it dangerous to flaunting that about in a crowded neighborhood like this?", William raised a brow. "Honestly, that sorry excuse of a man couldn't have given you a more subtle band for daily wear."
Michelle laughed at her friend's unusual show of concern. "I hardly think speaking with such a blank face and insulting my finace will make me recognize your heartfelt sincerity, friend." She chuckled at the lack of change in her friend's expression. Rubbing the gems' rough surface against her fingers, she smiled teasingly at him, "But I'm with big strong William to take me home, I have nothing to worry about." Michelle exaggeratedly batted her eyes and made kissy faces towards her friend.
William deadpanned, "Please don't do that."
The night went on uneventfully with Michelle poking fun at her old friend, a usual occurrence between the two. "Seriously though, Michelle. You should really ask that vermin to get you something less showy." William mentioned as he stopped the car for a red light. Michelle glanced out the window from the passenger's seat to admire the night lights Montreal had to offer, "No matter how many times I say it, you'll never stop calling Sebastian names, won't you, dear?" She chuckled at his childish humph. "He did buy me a subtler ring, in his defense." William then raised a questioning brow at her, the car moving forward at the green light. "I just didn't have the heart not to wear this one for today, that's all."
It had been a month since Sebastian and his cousin left for the Netherlands for another round of sessions for the series they starred in. It had also been a month since the big proposal so can you blame a girl for indulging, for even just a little bit.
"Thank you for keeping me company, William. I had fun, as always." Michelle smiled, pecking her friend softly on the cheek, "You take care on your way back now. And have a safe trip tomorrow."
"The same goes to you, Michelle. Have a good eveing." He replied.
William was scheduled to leave the next day as he had a role to play in some scenes they were shooting that month. Entering the empty flat, she sighed. 'I should've gotten used to this already .' Michelle thought, taking off her heels. 'It's terribly lonely now.' She looked at the dancing city lights through the window distractedly. 'Well no time to pine.' Undressing and climbing into the shower, 'Vacation ends tomorrow, Michelle. The staff won't be happy to see a grumpy director after her week off.', she thought. The heat of the shower warming her chilled skin. 'You'll see him soon.', She hopes.