Pairing: Boone/Shannon
Having only lived here for a week so far, Shannon supposed that she was a little under-qualified to make this judgement – but since when had that ever stopped her?
She'd come right out here and say it: Paris sucked.
The food sucked. The language sucked. The men sucked.
Everything just sucked, alright?
She wanted to go back home. Back to Boone, back to her old life – back to her daddy. But he was gone and Boone was…
Well. Suffice to say, she was beginning to think that she and Boone were a little too close for comfort. It was useful and all, but she just couldn't risk having that temptation near her. Too much, too soon, too real.
All that shit.
Leaning against the back of the elevator, going up to the top level of a shopping mall she wasn't all that interested in visiting, Shannon closed her eyes and listened to the loud bustle of the French language around her. She'd get through this.
She would get through this.
And in the meantime, she'd shop. She was good at that.