ISLA
"Oh, you know me, Everest," Isla says, the words almost murmured under her breath, though her smile is no less wicked for it, "I've always been one to tell you what I like." Glancing up at him over her own sunglasses, she brushes a thumb across the top of his hand before sidling closer to the stall - and to the aviator, of course, so that they don't take unnecessary space - to examine the hardwoods on offer.
"I think that's a very wise idea," she concludes, hailing the merchant down to ask for three small samples of the walnut on display, gesturing to the cedar they've already obtained as if to demonstrate what measurements they're looking for. "You know," Isla says conversationally, though the mischievous lilt to her voice ought to be warning enough, "We never discussed what would happen if I didn't like samples A, B, or C. Would I be able to have D instead, do you think?"
"I think that's a very wise idea," she concludes, hailing the merchant down to ask for three small samples of the walnut on display, gesturing to the cedar they've already obtained as if to demonstrate what measurements they're looking for. "You know," Isla says conversationally, though the mischievous lilt to her voice ought to be warning enough, "We never discussed what would happen if I didn't like samples A, B, or C. Would I be able to have D instead, do you think?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
