Isla
"I'm sure there is," Isla agrees, trying and failing to hide her smile as she shifts the satchel on her shoulder. It should ring more alarm bells than it does to see the usually timid aviator so confidently oozing charm, but then again that's the thing with charm, isn't it? It's charming. "How long have you been out here?" Her gaze flicks momentarily over his shoulder, as if automatically wanting to check how far from the cliff's edge he might be, but then he's reeling her in again with his words.
"How forward of you, Everest," she chimes, raising her eyebrows and stepping into a more companionable distance for them to hold a conversation (like a moth to a flame and all that). "I'm not sure you could handle all the things about me that you don't realise. I don't play any instruments though, and my voice is terrible, if that helps."
"How forward of you, Everest," she chimes, raising her eyebrows and stepping into a more companionable distance for them to hold a conversation (like a moth to a flame and all that). "I'm not sure you could handle all the things about me that you don't realise. I don't play any instruments though, and my voice is terrible, if that helps."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
