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reading to find out more...
Joining Forces
Chapter 9 – Homeward Bound
To return the favor of putting him up for the night and for feeding him, Kurtis did the dishes while Lara got dressed. As he placed the last plate on the draining board Lara emerged from the bathroom dressed in a black vest top, a pair of black jeans and her boots. Her hair was up in her standard braid, two small strands hanging loose in front of her face.
Lara went over to the bed and rummaged in her bag and pulled out a black phone. She punched in a number and held it up to her ear.
'Is the bathroom free?' Kurt asked.
Lara nodded and began speaking in rapid-fire Spanish. He hung around a second longer to try and figure out what she was saying. But it was useless as he had given up learning the language at school after just a year, a decision he regretted. As he pulled the bathroom door closed he just caught the end of a sentence:
'Si, es muy importante para mi. Si, lo tengo.' Yes, it is very important for me. Yes, I have it.
The 'it' she spoke of worried him considerably. He decieded the best way to drown his worries was a nice hot shower. As he cranked on the tap the trickle of water was pitiful.
'Why do you hate me so much God? Why?!'
He returned form the bathroom a matter minutes later, damp, and shivering and with his floppy dark hair plastered to the sides of his face. He had his shirt in his hands outstretched in front of him, stretching it to show her the extent of the rip. She gave him the once over, eyes finishing on his hair. Lara wolf-whistled.
'Attractive.'
He tossed the shirt over the back of the sofa and replied to her with his finger. She gave it right back to him and returned to her call.
'Lo siento. Si, á las doce. Adios.' I'm sorry. Yes, at twelve o'clock. Goodbye.
'Who was that?'
'It was just a contact. A contact that can get us back to England, despite the fact you have no legal documents about your person.' Her eyes moved to the torn shirt on the sofa. 'It's all about fitting in, which you shall be no good at without a new t-shirt.'
Lara went once more to her bag and pulled out a new, plain black shirt.
'Jesus what don't you have in that bag?' He caught the clothing as it sailed through the air.
'Time. We have to be at the airport in an hour. Our plane leaves at twelve.'
In five minutes they had gathered all their belongings and were speeding in a cab towards the airport, and to England.
Joining Forces
Chapter 9 – Homeward Bound
To return the favor of putting him up for the night and for feeding him, Kurtis did the dishes while Lara got dressed. As he placed the last plate on the draining board Lara emerged from the bathroom dressed in a black vest top, a pair of black jeans and her boots. Her hair was up in her standard braid, two small strands hanging loose in front of her face.
Lara went over to the bed and rummaged in her bag and pulled out a black phone. She punched in a number and held it up to her ear.
'Is the bathroom free?' Kurt asked.
Lara nodded and began speaking in rapid-fire Spanish. He hung around a second longer to try and figure out what she was saying. But it was useless as he had given up learning the language at school after just a year, a decision he regretted. As he pulled the bathroom door closed he just caught the end of a sentence:
'Si, es muy importante para mi. Si, lo tengo.' Yes, it is very important for me. Yes, I have it.
The 'it' she spoke of worried him considerably. He decieded the best way to drown his worries was a nice hot shower. As he cranked on the tap the trickle of water was pitiful.
'Why do you hate me so much God? Why?!'
He returned form the bathroom a matter minutes later, damp, and shivering and with his floppy dark hair plastered to the sides of his face. He had his shirt in his hands outstretched in front of him, stretching it to show her the extent of the rip. She gave him the once over, eyes finishing on his hair. Lara wolf-whistled.
'Attractive.'
He tossed the shirt over the back of the sofa and replied to her with his finger. She gave it right back to him and returned to her call.
'Lo siento. Si, á las doce. Adios.' I'm sorry. Yes, at twelve o'clock. Goodbye.
'Who was that?'
'It was just a contact. A contact that can get us back to England, despite the fact you have no legal documents about your person.' Her eyes moved to the torn shirt on the sofa. 'It's all about fitting in, which you shall be no good at without a new t-shirt.'
Lara went once more to her bag and pulled out a new, plain black shirt.
'Jesus what don't you have in that bag?' He caught the clothing as it sailed through the air.
'Time. We have to be at the airport in an hour. Our plane leaves at twelve.'
In five minutes they had gathered all their belongings and were speeding in a cab towards the airport, and to England.