Marrying Mr Kennedy

II

I pull up to the tall grey building that stood alone. Two floors tall with large glass windows dominating both floors from floor to ceiling. Silvery grey blinds keeping what's inside to my imagination.

Shrubs trimmed into a square wall surrounded the door and a slick expensive looking black car was parked outside making you think the occupant was home. It didn't take much to figure out this must be Leon's home.

With how modern and clean the place looked you'd think it was built yesterday. I wondered if there'd be cleaners, maids or cooks inside to greet me, I wasn't about to knock, deciding to wait for the man himself to get here.

I'm leaning on the door to my car when he arrives only a few short minutes later. I heard him a full 30 seconds before he got here, pulling up beside me on a bike. I have to make sure I'm not drooling as he takes his helmet off and climbs off, his black leather jacket matching the colour of his bike.

I'd never of guessed he rode a motorbike but now I'd seen him on one it seemed strange to imagine him driving anything else.

Well.... apart from me.

I clear my throat and return his greeting smile

"Hope you weren't waiting long"

"Couple minutes," I say as I open my car and lean in to grab the canvases and pictures.

"Here" I feel Leon beside me before I hear him and I move aside so he could grab one of the canvases.

With everything out of my car, I lock it up as Leon unlocks his front door.

I enter into a narrow but long living room and take in the furniture as Leon closes the door behind me and hangs his key on a hook.

It was clean but not neglected and colours ranged from white to cream and grey with hints of green.

He walks past me and places the canvas of us walking down the steps holding hands onto his sofa. Leon was a step in front of me and was looking back at me with a smile as I looked at the floor.

I place the other canvas beside it, one of us kissing inside the church and I look at Leon's reaction to them as he folds his arms to look them over. He's smiling as he takes them in one at a time.

"I'm impressed with how genuine they look," he says finally looking to me. That's when I pass him the envelope in my hand with the normal-sized prints.

He looks through them, looking over every little detail

"And here, for your wallet, I have one too"

I pass him the picture of us dancing, strangers in the background, their faces slightly blurry as we stand on a wooden dance floor in a dully lit room

"Wow," he says, holding the small picture up

"What picture have you got?" He asks

I pull my purse out of my handbag I had on my shoulder and pass him the picture and he chuckles lightly

"That was a good idea," he says handing me my picture back. I nod proudly and slip it back into my purse.

"Here, fake drivers license, passport, doner and health card," he says passing me my fake IDs

"We sure are being thorough" I state as I slip everything into my bag

"We've got to, to convince people we're the real deal, we gotta be young and in love, and poor and defenceless"

"Easier said than done with those muscles," I say unable to keep my eyes away for much longer

"I'll just have to keep them covered!"