𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: (𝐧.) 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
Merikhi Voronina, also known as The Phantom, is a known assassin across the globe. While on the run from Hydra...
They had gotten back from shopping 15 minutes ago and had already dispersed to start getting ready for the party. They were originally going to go get lunch together but they didn't have enough time once they'd finally left the store.
Ria was sitting on her bed with her arms and legs sprawled out as she stared at the ceiling.
A knock sounded through her room.
She wrinkles her brows in confusion as she turns her head towards the door.
Who could be knocking?
She slid off her bed and slowly made her way to the door.
She unlocked it and slowly creaked it open.
Blondie.
Her brows remained wrinkled in confusion as she looked down at the contents in his hands.
"Hi uhm, my sister figured you didn't have any shoes other than your converse cause they forgot to buy you more while they were out and Nat wanted me to give you this jacket." He held his arms out to present a pair of knee high leather boots with a thick 3 inch heel and a black leather jacket with a black satin lining on the inside.
"Thanks." She mutters grabbing the items from his hands.
"They said they're sorry they couldn't bring them to you but they don't really have much time to spare since there's not much time till the party."
"Figured." She answers one wordily.
She did not want to go this party and wasn't even trying to hide it.
"Ok well," He clasped his hands together, "I'll leave you. See you at the party." he flashes her a small smile as he backs away.
"See you." She closes the door confused.
Why was he acting so weird?
She shrugged the thought off as she placed the shoes on the floor beside her bed and the jacket next to her bag that contained her dress. She hadn't opened it since they purchased it.
