Paris Adler and Sydney Blake have been college classmates for a while. Paris is captivated by Sydney's beauty and talent in fashion, while Sydney is drawn to Paris's gentle nature, photography and poetic skills. Their story is one of budding romance...
Later in their respective dormitories, Paris and Sydney start packing their necessities and stuff for their road trip to Canada. Their actions are surprisingly in sync, as if they are connected by an invisible thread.
Sydney carefully places her sweater, and her personalized sketchbook into her bag. Along with those, she also packs her Polaroid camera with extra film along with, knowing that she'll want to capture every moment of this trip, especially with Paris. She also packs a pack of toiletries and a small first aid kit, just in case, and a few selection of snacks for the journey.
Meanwhile, in his dorm, Paris folds his chiffon shawl with care, placing it neatly atop his clothes. He adds his handy Top 170 Unusual Things to See in Ontario, a travel guidebook to Canada, and his pocket French dictionary. He also packs a thin folding sleeping mattress, large enough the accommodate them, in case they spend their night under the stars in there. Paris also remembers to include a power bank and charger, and a pouch of toiletry kit. He also prepared the playlist of their favorite songs to set the mood on the road.
Both Paris and Sydney pack their passports, fully aware of the adventure that awaits them just across the border. As they finish packing, each takes a moment to reflect on the significance of this trip—their last adventure together before the internships pull them to opposite coasts.
They are also packing everything they can in their dorm rooms, including some of their essential stuff for interning that they would be needing. They're doing this because after their upcoming trip, they'll head directly back home to Chicago.
Sydney already packed a few pairs of her heels, while Paris packs his pair of leather shoes. They have yet to prepare their professional attire, though—Paris' tailored suit and tie, and Sydney's sleek dress with a blazer. They would be able to still pack those when they get back home.
In the middle of packing, Sydney's phone buzzed with a message from her mom:
Mom: "Darling, I hope you're doing fine in your dorm. I've already booked you a flight to LAX from O'Hare."
Mom: "I'll go take care with your airfare."
Sydney muttered with a mix of gratitude and mild embarrassment. She bit her lip, feeling a twinge of guilt at her mom's generosity.
Sydney: "Thanks mom, but please don't sweat. Maybe I'll cover some of the cost or pay for something when I can."
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The next morning...
"Nice car, Paris," I say with a grin, running my hand along the smooth surface of his small SUV. It's not flashy, but it has this dependable charm—like Paris himself.
He chuckles, leaning against the door as we finish loading the last of our bags into the back. "Thanks, Syd. It's not much, but it's reliable."
Once everything is packed, Paris looks over at the pile of snacks I've stashed in the backseat. "I gotta say, the amount of snacks you packed is impressive, but I'm not sure they'll last us more than a day or two."
