With Every Passing Day| Ezio & Emiline
Waiting in the taxi line, Emiline rested her head against Ezio’s arm, the short black dress she wore being flattering to her figure but not the smartest to have on a cool night. They’d had a great night going to a small bistro for a meal before heading to a night club together where after having a few shots and cocktails had gone down to the dance floor. It had felt like it was only the two of them as they enjoyed the beat of the music, moving with to the groove as they did their own dirty dancing of their own, likely to put the film to shame. The alcohol had certainly seemed to loosen Ezio up a bit, or potentially it was because he felt he could be more free without having to console anything back.
“Come...” Emiline moved away from Ezio as she took a hold of his hand, lacing their fingers as she walked with him to the taxi and opened the back door of the small black car, climbing inside as she got herself comfortable in the left seat, waiting for Ezio to join her inside before they would set off. Once they were both sat down, the driver took off. “ Where are we off?” the driver asked, his thick cockney acent shinning through. Emiline released her hold of Ezio’s hand as she left her hands on her lap, looking for him to answer.
