"Oh darling you should never feel cheap around me no matter what we're up to; class has always been my day job."
She paces in circles while he sits. Not impatiently, there's not a trace of irritation in her right now except for what few moments where her eyes fall on his leg, or the cane that he leans a bit too hard on to even pretend that it's not vital. Still, it's not like this is a new development. She's had plenty of time to get used to seeing him carry on from pill to pill, and to be fair Charlie's come one hell of a long way from the worst of it. No, Chloe's stalking through the lobby because it gives her a clear view of the front entrance while not being too far from his side. Standing by the door sounds dull, anyway.
So when the taxi pulls up she signals it off to him with a wave of her hand. Gives Charlie the dignity of getting up on his own and taking a seat while she feigns mapping out just how far it'll take to reach the bookstore. The drive is short, barely anything at all. They could've walked there in a few minutes, even with his bum leg, and if the meter hadn't already been running by the time the cab had arrived, she'd have needed to circle around the block a few more times before they'd have enough for the required fare.
Either way, once they stop at the storefront (the cafe la bucherie just at its side) Chloe's quick to pass off the money owed with an easy pat to their driver's shoulder. Considering it's midday, the street's already crowded with fellow tourists. Eyeing them is like looking through the cage bars at the zoo. Gives her something to occupy herself while Charlie clambers out after her to hopefully spot the reason she had them dropped off here.
Oh lovely, socks and sandals. Paris ballcap, that's charming. Could be worse. No other manpurses in sight aside from Charlie's, and his is admittedly a touch more tasteful than the normal assortment. So there's that.
when you spend two hours searching for a menu and there is none to be found sobbing grossly OH WELL
She paces in circles while he sits. Not impatiently, there's not a trace of irritation in her right now except for what few moments where her eyes fall on his leg, or the cane that he leans a bit too hard on to even pretend that it's not vital. Still, it's not like this is a new development. She's had plenty of time to get used to seeing him carry on from pill to pill, and to be fair Charlie's come one hell of a long way from the worst of it. No, Chloe's stalking through the lobby because it gives her a clear view of the front entrance while not being too far from his side. Standing by the door sounds dull, anyway.
So when the taxi pulls up she signals it off to him with a wave of her hand. Gives Charlie the dignity of getting up on his own and taking a seat while she feigns mapping out just how far it'll take to reach the bookstore. The drive is short, barely anything at all. They could've walked there in a few minutes, even with his bum leg, and if the meter hadn't already been running by the time the cab had arrived, she'd have needed to circle around the block a few more times before they'd have enough for the required fare.
Either way, once they stop at the storefront (the cafe la bucherie just at its side) Chloe's quick to pass off the money owed with an easy pat to their driver's shoulder. Considering it's midday, the street's already crowded with fellow tourists. Eyeing them is like looking through the cage bars at the zoo. Gives her something to occupy herself while Charlie clambers out after her to hopefully spot the reason she had them dropped off here.
Oh lovely, socks and sandals. Paris ballcap, that's charming. Could be worse. No other manpurses in sight aside from Charlie's, and his is admittedly a touch more tasteful than the normal assortment. So there's that.