Frankie continued to smile, though inwardly, she was screaming. This was not good. Not only did his kisses make her go weak at the knees, but now he was going to wear the cologne that made her completely weak at the knees. And she couldn't do anything about it without seeming conspicous. Why oh why did she have to be so honest.
She moved slightly so that he could spray the cologne on him. She moved a slight distance away from him, to the clothes section. She began flipping through the nearest clothes rack. She was looking for a style of clothing that was all her own, but that her father wouldn't have advised the assassins that she would be wearing.
She picked out a black longsleeved shirt, with a slightly low neck, and a floor length jean skirt. "I'm gonna go try this on. You have to tell me what you think." she said in her softened Italian accent.
She ducked into the change room, and emerged a minute or two later. The skirt and shirt both fit her form nicely. She did a little spin for him, trying to ignore the lovely scent that smelled even better on him than it did in the bottle. "Well, what do you think?"
She moved slightly so that he could spray the cologne on him. She moved a slight distance away from him, to the clothes section. She began flipping through the nearest clothes rack. She was looking for a style of clothing that was all her own, but that her father wouldn't have advised the assassins that she would be wearing.
She picked out a black longsleeved shirt, with a slightly low neck, and a floor length jean skirt. "I'm gonna go try this on. You have to tell me what you think." she said in her softened Italian accent.
She ducked into the change room, and emerged a minute or two later. The skirt and shirt both fit her form nicely. She did a little spin for him, trying to ignore the lovely scent that smelled even better on him than it did in the bottle. "Well, what do you think?"