Concentric
They're about several hundred feet of the ground, on the top of a very high building and neither of them are scared. They're studying for French.
West is walking on and off the ledge muttering the conjunctives and Claire is watching him. His longish bangs are fluttering in the wind, he keeps twirling the chain link connecting his wallet to his pants and he's floating in mid air. He reminds Claire of someone.
A quirk of a smile and encouragement. "You gotta embrace your inner freak…" That when she begins to.
Brown eyes starting into hers, "You saved my like…"And they're even.
She's crying, holding a gun to brown eyes and there's a whoosh of air and, "Yes there is, Claire. The future is not written in stone."
And they're gone.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" He is smiling, hair pushing against the wind, hundred or so feet of the ground.
Claire only smiles, "Baguettes, their very French" He laughs and sits next to her. He kisses her. "Kisses too." He smiles and turns to his book again.
Looking at West she sees someone else. From the bangs to the convert shirt to the flying. He superimposes three images into one.
And Claire just wants the originals.