palaye royale | completed

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When we reach the front doors Emerson steps forward and speaks to the hostess. She smiles and walks us to our table.

As we sit down, Emerson stares at me for awhile.

"Is there something on my face?" I ask shyly.

He laughs,shaking his head, "No, you're just amazing."

I try to look away blushing," You know?" I look up at him and smile, "Fashion art rock is a form of poetry..."

"The poetry of renaissance?" I ask, finishing his statment stimultaneously.