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𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 the apartment building before darting his eyes back to his trembling hands. Today was the day he was going to ask Erica to be his girlfriend. He felt it was only right for him to take responsibility, plus, he didn't understand the whole talking stage thing.
His breath hitched when he noticed the door opened, Erica came out and he watched as she glanced around her surroundings. She and the scenery around her looked so beautiful.
She wore a simple black tank top dress but she styled it very nicely. On her feet were black and white Rick Owens, she carried a white and cream-colored Coach bag with a hat to color match.
The railings and nearby bushes were coated in a light layer of snow, her crinkle curls blew a little from the small breeze. He pulled his phone out, zoomed in, and snapped a quick picture before shoving his phone back into the pocket of his cream Essential hoodie.
They were matching in a way.
Kaires frowned when he noticed that she had no sweater on. He pushed the door open for her and scooted over.
"Hey, Res." She smiled as she shut the door and he waved shyly. Chris chuckled nosily, before pulling off.
"Hey, Chris—What are you wearing?" Erica greeted, laughing once she saw that he was dressed in a dress shirt and pants.
"Hello, m'lady." Chris greeted in some sort of French Italian accent. Kaires huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
"You're selling," Kaires mumbled and slouched in his seat, a little annoyed. Chris busted out laughing, breaking his character.
Kaires wanted him to act as a driver like the ones in the movies but he was playing his role a little too well. Kaires even told him to dress up nicely but not in actual dress clothes. He did not tell him to put on a French persona.
