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                     𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬,      enticing in nature and yet,   so innocent.   her gaze doesn’t falter,   aside from quick glances at passing distractions,   but it always returns.    ❛    from what i hear,    ❜    she pauses,   letting the sentence   hang   for a moment.   frame leans forward,   pressing elbows into the table.    ❛    people come to paris for a few things.   the art,   the food,   the wine,   and the  women.     —   and you’ve already had the wine.    ❜    another lapse in dialogue,   that smirk still painted to her lips.    ❛    so,   maybe,   one of those other things would interest you ?    ❜

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻'𝚂  𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙴  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂  𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳    onto  the  other  woman's  for  an  impossibly  long  time,   unfaltering,     predatory.   ❝   i'm  a  woman  who  knows  what  she  wants.   and  isn't  afraid  to  take  it.   ❞   she  stays  leaning  against  the  table,   chin  placed  within  her  palm  as  she  analyses  the  french  beauty  that  moves  closer  towards  her.   ❝   something  tells  me...   that  you're  no   different   than  me,   alma.   ❞   the  tones  of  her  voice  slip  lower  and  lower,   filling  the  space  between  their  faces.   something  tells  debbie,   an  inner  voice  that  never  fails  her,   that  she's  not  at  all  far  from  being  right.   ❝   my  driver  will  come  pick  me  up  in  a  few  minutes.   we  can  take  you  to  your  apartment  or   ————   you  can  let  me  take  you  to  my  hotel  room.   ❞

                       𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑩𝑩𝑰𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝒀,      still keeping slate hues locked with the other woman.    ❛    no,    ❜    she answers plainly.   it’s soft spoken and offers little context to  which  question she was answering.   the blonde lets the silence hang,   beginning to feel the effects of downing her drink so  quickly  set in.   it’s subtle,   a   FLUSHING   in porcelain cheeks and a buzz under her skin.   it’s a  pleasant  feeling,   yet,   it’s a reminder she needs to slow down.   index finger reaches out ever so slightly,   pushing her near empty glass away from hands reach.    ❛    no one waiting for me.     ——   so tell me,   debbie, what brings you to paris ?   BUSINESS   or   PLEASURE ?    ❜

𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   /   𝙰  𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿,   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽  𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   upon  the  woman's,   saying  with  this  one  look  all  that  needs  to  be  said.   ❝   vacation.   ❞   she  smiles,   looking  at  the  blonde  over  the  rim  of  her  glass  as  she  takes  another  sip.   it  isn’t  entirely  a  lie   ————   she  did  want  to  enjoy  a few  days  of  peace  and  tourism  before  she  had  to  return  back  to  new  york.   and  maybe,   steal  something  here  and  there.   ❝   but  i  haven't  had  the  time  to  experience  anything  too  pleasurable  in  this  city  yet.   except  for   this  wine.   ❞   there's  a  whole  world  to  unpack  behind  that  sentence,  behind  those  eyes   ————   but  it's  only  up  to  alma,   if  she  wants  to  find  out  just  what  exactly  it  is.   ❝   maybe...   you  could  recommend  me  some  things  to  experience  around  here,  no?   ❞

                     𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵’𝑻 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫,      if alma is honest with herself.   she wasn’t sure how well her plan would execute,   especially with someone as  perceptive  as debbie.   she had thought she would have been shot down almost  immediately.   still,   she remains cool and collected,   despite the dropping gaze and small grin that pulls at her lips.   this could be   DANGEROUS,   and not in the way alma originally anticipated.   nowhere on debbie’s file did it mention just how  sauve  she was capable of being.   so long as alma didn’t fall for such wicked charms,   she would be fine.       right ?

                    a breath is drawn inwards,   holding it for a moment as frame  leans  back in the chair.   an arm reaches out for her own drink,   yet another drink taken.   it’s almost empty and she only plans to stay for a couple more glasses,   especially with the  price  of debbie’s own drink.   slate hues meet back with the other woman’s.   the look could be interpreted as   SUGGESTIVE   in nature,   boring into the brunette.    ❛    it’s a pleasure to meet you,   debbie.   but,   i don’t plan on staying at this table  all  night.    ❜

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳  𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃  𝙾𝙵   stranger  danger  doesn’t  play  in  her  mind,   not  even  for  a  second   ————   she  imagines  and  knows,   that  the  blonde  has  more  to  fear  from  her  than  the  other  way  around.   instead,   the  excited,   flirtatious  glint  continues  to  grow  and  shine  within  those  eyes  without  even  bothering  to  hide  it.   and  it’s  a  recipe  for     disaster,   debbie  knows  that,   falling  for  those  desires  of  hers  that  always  sought  and  craved  dangerous  things  that  could  end  up  ruining  her  life.   and  this  one,   this  woman;        she  certainly  could.

                        𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑨’𝑺 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑮 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹      shortly after hearing the woman’s drink of choice.   she orders another glass and waves the waiter off before he tries to make sure she wanted to order such an expensive drink.   there’s a small sigh as he returns inside the bar.   it was pricey,   but she’s not worried about it.

                       ❛    i’m french,   we  grow up  drinking wine.    ❜    the comment is made almost dismissively,   smirk tugging at lips for a moment before it fades.   digits clasp around her own drink,   lifting it to take a rather generous drink.    ❛    everyone here is a complete  stranger  to me,   i had to sit with someone.   besides,   no one inside is as pretty.    ❜    the blonde takes a moment to let the comment linger,   slate hues failing to break from the other woman.    ❛    i’m alma,   by the way.    ❜

𝙱𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙸𝚂  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂.   and  yet,  this  is  the  closest,  in  a  very  long  time,   that  she  finds  herself  to  feeling  the  threat  of  foolish  heat  trying  to  paint  her  cheeks  red.   that's  the  thing,   though   /   it's  been  so  long;   longer  than  debbie  would  like  to  admit.   but  since  claude  becker,   deborah  learned  not  to   trust   people,   or  criminals,   no  matter  how  gorgeous  they  seemed.

                𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑺 𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯      falls from the other woman’s lips.   brows lift,   another smile pulling at roseate lips.   there’s a small nod,   chin dipping slightly.   still,   as lackadaisical as she may come off,   alma still has to be careful.   each word that falls from her lips,   each mannerism   SCRUTINIZED.   sure,   there were more professional ways to go about this,   but alma knew the second she showed her badge,   things could turn sour.   unless,   she had the advantage.

               she had questions for debbie,   questions she wouldn’t get answered in an interview room.   debbie was one of the greatest thieves,   her reputation preceded her even in france.   how does one with a track record such as her’s manage to be so   SLOPPY   on a job ?   it didn’t add up and alma needed to know.   attention returns to the woman sitting opposite of her,   head nodding to her glass.    ❛    what are you drinking ?    ❜

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻  &  𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂    as  they  remain  concentrated  on  the  parisian  beauty  in  front  of  her.   whatever  suspicion  that  plants  itself  in  deborah’s  mind  in  that  moment  though,   the  professional  expression  on  her  face  doesn’t  give  anything  away.   reading  people,   examining  them,   expecting  what  they  may  do  next    ————   it  was  part  of  her  job   /   part  of  the  ocean  DNA.    ❝   𝑐𝘩𝑎̂𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑.    ❞   the  smirk  on  those  deep  crimson  painted  lips  only  seems  to  grow,   while  she  sits  back  in  her  seat  and  enjoys  the  new  view.

   ❝  do  you  like  wine?   i’ve  been  in  paris  for  only  a  day  and  it’s  the  best  thing  i’ve  tasted  so  far.   ❞   and  again,   something  sparkles  within those  orbs;   the  never  dying  recklessness.     flirtation.   ❝   but  tell  me.   ❞   she  leans  forward,   resting  her  chin  into  the  palm  of  her  hand.   ❝   you  walk  into  a  bar  and  see  a  complete  stranger.   you  see  me  and  for  some  reason,   choose  to  sit  here  with  me.   what  made  you  do  that?   ❞

“ i’d be dazzled, really, ”      from the other woman’s side lou made her presence,      appearing to her right as if poof-ing on in from thin air.      she’d allowed a nice slice of time to pass before engaging upon her pursuit.      see,      whilst meandering off without offering a glance to her lou provided what would appear to be an easy getaway,      however,    her disappearance were anything but convenient—at least for the one baring a set of sticky fingers.       “ if i didn’t need the shiny gold card inside of the wallet. ”      stolen,      also;      but not a peep were made about that.      after all,    the way the words dripped from her lips would have had any listening ears assuming it were merely a casual conversation between two people.      lou held out her hand in extension,    palm up.      “ oh, what? did you think i wouldn’t notice? ”      she tested with a mischievous grin.

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