One of my favorite chapters to write. I would really love to explore Andrea's character, but...yeah.
Disclaimer: I'm not quite sure who this film belongs to, but I am quite sure it's not me.
Song (lyrics) to keep in mind:
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love
--Jason Mraz, "You and I Both"
"You should always wear my clothes."
He had told her that a few days after she moved in. She smiled. Lovely smile she had.
"What a shame it is, then that you're clothes are too big." She didn't have dimples, only smile lines, and somehow he was okay with it.
They went down to the bar to celebrate. He ordered champagne, but she countered it with a shot of whiskey. And somehow, he was okay with that, too.
Irving found them an hour later, tipsy and ready to pour their life story out over two shots of alcoholic stupor.
"Joe? Joe Bradley?" He turned and frowned at the vaguely familiar face.
"Irving? By God man, you've shave your face!"
"So I have."
Irving found Andrea amiable. Andrea found Irving strange. And somehow, they still find common ground to mock you.
"Oh, that's not the only time he passed it up; when we used to work together in Rome, Joe here had five thousand dollars almost given to him!"
"Almost?" She asked, her sharp brown eyes (Can eyes ever be sharp?) looking mirthfully at his.
"Well, this was when Prince—What?" Oh dear, it looks like Irving is accident prone today.
"There you are, Irving, spilling things all over the place again." Irving knew enough not to push it.
"Go on."
"When an extremely important person was touring Europe. She tried to give her guards the slip and go out for a day around Rome. Joe was offered five thousand dollars to get an exclusive interview with her, and he did...but he passed it all up!" Andrea looked at him expectantly.
"It just...here was a girl who'd never been outside in her entire life without ten people to pick up her used hanky. And now she has the chance to do that without anyone noticing, and I couldn't ruin it for her. It was her wish." She wished it with you. She didn't say anything. Irving laughed.
Later, she told him that she understood.
He looked at her.
"I know you do, Ann." She smiled at the old nickname. Was it really that old?
He knew she didn't understand, not really. And somehow, he was okay with it.
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