This is what we in the industry call a 'teaser'. For the story behind Paris, you'll have to wait a bit. :-) Stay tuned.
She still looked good, Jack mused, even after childbirth and the sleepless nights that came with mothering; Trish had that kind of resilience about her that allowed her to bounce back no matter what life threw at her and still come up fighting. The defiant set of her chin lent itself to confidence and the attractiveness that came along with it - and her eyes, of course. Trish's eyes were probably her best feature - rimmed with black in one of few concessions to makeup, they were the kind of thing that greeting-card-poets would call 'emerald pools'. There was once a time where those seemingly innocent pools could send him scampering down to the local Chinese takeaway before he could put three words together to mount any form of protest.
She looked up from her bowl of szechuan noodles and smiled impishly at him. "What?"
"You always know. You were never any good at letting me admire you from afar."
"Paranoia." she grinned. "Too many bad dates and cheesy pick-ups."
"You were always that way though."
"Curse." Trish shrugged as some of the noodles vanished between her lips. "Ah, lost days, Jacky - so many lost days. Lost days and faraway memories. Remember Paris?"
"I can't forget Paris. Ross still tries to blackmail me every time he sees me." Jack laughed ruefully. "It was your fault, you know."
"It was not." Trish protested, poking at him with a thin wooden chopstick.
"Whose idea was it to order champagne again?"
"It was our anniversary!"
"And I suppose the weed in your purse was some kind of twisted version of a corsage?" he smiled innocently, taking a bite of spring roll.
"Well, whoever's fault it is, Jacky-love, you went along with it - don't forget that." Trish replied with a decisive tone and a wink, slurping the soup noisily.
"I got caught up in the moment. Were you born in a barn, young lady? Stop slurping."
"In China that's considered polite."
"We're in Kensington."
"In a Chinese restaurant."
"You always have to get your way, don't you?"
"Of course." Trish winked at him again and slurped another noodle, chopsticks trickling through her fingers. "Part of my charm, Jacky."
She still looked good, Jack mused, even after childbirth and the sleepless nights that came with mothering; Trish had that kind of resilience about her that allowed her to bounce back no matter what life threw at her and still come up fighting. The defiant set of her chin lent itself to confidence and the attractiveness that came along with it - and her eyes, of course. Trish's eyes were probably her best feature - rimmed with black in one of few concessions to makeup, they were the kind of thing that greeting-card-poets would call 'emerald pools'. There was once a time where those seemingly innocent pools could send him scampering down to the local Chinese takeaway before he could put three words together to mount any form of protest.
She looked up from her bowl of szechuan noodles and smiled impishly at him. "What?"
"You always know. You were never any good at letting me admire you from afar."
"Paranoia." she grinned. "Too many bad dates and cheesy pick-ups."
"You were always that way though."
"Curse." Trish shrugged as some of the noodles vanished between her lips. "Ah, lost days, Jacky - so many lost days. Lost days and faraway memories. Remember Paris?"
"I can't forget Paris. Ross still tries to blackmail me every time he sees me." Jack laughed ruefully. "It was your fault, you know."
"It was not." Trish protested, poking at him with a thin wooden chopstick.
"Whose idea was it to order champagne again?"
"It was our anniversary!"
"And I suppose the weed in your purse was some kind of twisted version of a corsage?" he smiled innocently, taking a bite of spring roll.
"Well, whoever's fault it is, Jacky-love, you went along with it - don't forget that." Trish replied with a decisive tone and a wink, slurping the soup noisily.
"I got caught up in the moment. Were you born in a barn, young lady? Stop slurping."
"In China that's considered polite."
"We're in Kensington."
"In a Chinese restaurant."
"You always have to get your way, don't you?"
"Of course." Trish winked at him again and slurped another noodle, chopsticks trickling through her fingers. "Part of my charm, Jacky."