06-24-2014, 12:30 AM
She smiled broadly at him and laughed. Ah yes, Americans loved their guns. There was no forgetting that bit. It struck her then, that if he was armed, he could have dispensed of the trio a lot faster and easier. Instead, however, he had chosen to beat them stupid. Zoya couldn’t complain with the results, but it did make her wander as to the kind of man he was. After all, just aiming a gun would have been enough to make them walk away, no?
In any case she liked his grin, and his laugh wasn’t half bad. The fact that he picked up her joke and ran along with it made her feel more at ease as well. Just as she was about to comment on the beast’s activities come morning, which were in fact none what so ever, a familiar figure stepped up to their booth.
Looking up, Zoya smiled and raised her glass in greeting. “Ivan! You got here fast! I’m alright now. Come, sit down!”
She turned to White and quirked a brow, “It is ok if he joins us no?”
Then as quick as a butterfly going from flower to flower, she turned back to Sarkozy. “Ivan, this is Mr. White… or Pops… he keeps calling me kid, he’s the one that helped me out earlier… You should have seen him!… White, this is Ivan…Supercop, he’s the one with the magic cuffs.”
In any case she liked his grin, and his laugh wasn’t half bad. The fact that he picked up her joke and ran along with it made her feel more at ease as well. Just as she was about to comment on the beast’s activities come morning, which were in fact none what so ever, a familiar figure stepped up to their booth.
Looking up, Zoya smiled and raised her glass in greeting. “Ivan! You got here fast! I’m alright now. Come, sit down!”
She turned to White and quirked a brow, “It is ok if he joins us no?”
Then as quick as a butterfly going from flower to flower, she turned back to Sarkozy. “Ivan, this is Mr. White… or Pops… he keeps calling me kid, he’s the one that helped me out earlier… You should have seen him!… White, this is Ivan…Supercop, he’s the one with the magic cuffs.”