1 - Getaway Car (AM/TLSP)

Late for the date

March 27, 1923

- Can you hear this? - Miles said out of the blue.
- What? - Lil asked, curious.

They were at Miles' house, cuddling on the sofa after having painted most part of the rooms.
Lil would be moving in after the wedding so they thought of renovating the house.

- Come closer, put your ear here. - Miles pointed at his chest.

Lil did as she was told.

- Yes... your heart beating. - She said, furrowing her brows.
- No, no. Pay attention. - He said trying not to laugh.

Lil rested her ear against his chest again.

Both were covered in paint from their "war paint" they had in the bathroom.

- Miles, I don--
- Listen.

She shut up and kept listening to the beating of his heart.
It was soothing.

- Lil. Lil. Lil. Lil. Lil. - Miles kept repeating as if it was the sound his heart was actually making while keeping him alive.

Lil started laughing.

- I thought it was something serious! - Lil hit his arm playfully. - You scared me.
- But it's serious! I'm infected by you, me heart's been making strange noises. - He was laughing while she kept hitting his arm lightly and also laughing.

In the end he took her hands.
She was still laughing lightly.

- Who could've said that in the end we would fall for each other?
- Is this the end?
- Of our lonely days, yes. - Lil replied.
- Then it's a good ending.
- The very best of them. - She smiled at him.

Lil was trying to rub a bit of paint off of Miles' cheek.

- Maybe we shouldn't have done this. - She said.
- It was fun.
- Yes, but now we have paint all over our bodies, look at my arms. I'm gonna spend a whole year rubbing it off, I'm probably gonna miss our wedding because I'll still be in the shower. - She laughed.
- You know we could help each other, right? - Miles winked at Lil.
- You still trying to get me into your bed?
- Our bed. And yes, I was told to never give up without a fight. Glad to know you got the hint even tho I suggested a shower.
- Yeah, I can see that.

Miles was resting his hand on Lil's waist.

She had a baby blue stripe Miles had painted on her face. She had drew a white heart on his arm.

- Our bed, you say? - She asked him, looking into his eyes.
- Yeah.
- Interesting. Don't you wonder what the Queen thinks about having a bed but never having slept on it?
- Queen? - Miles furrowed his brows.
- Yes, your American one. - Lil pointed at herself.

Miles laughed.
He rested his face on his hand and his elbow on his knee.

- She must think it's an absurd! I even think it's against the law.
- Good to know you know your laws. Well, - Lil got up from the couch and stood in front of Miles. - I'm tired and this paint on my body it's your fault because you started it and America would never run away from England in a war.
- Don't forget I'm a well trained soldier. - Miles said, looking at her face.
- Yes, I know. But this is my territory and I'm your American Queen, therefore you're under my power.

She lifted her leg and put her bare foot on Miles' chest, pressing him down against the couch.

- And as a good soldier you know you should obey me.

He put both hands on her leg.

- What are the orders? - He asked.
- First one: take me to the shower. Second one is not an order but a message: fuck George V.