(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
In many places in her life, Angelique was careful not to allow her work to come to light. Perhaps D was a little more understanding than, say, a wealthy club owner, or the half-brother of the Home Secretary. She smiled at him in the low shadows when he turned. "You may call me Angelique. It's a pleasure to meet you. My knight in shining taxi cab," she added, with a hint of dryness, because he had probably heard that one before.
"So, I'm having a profitable night. How about you?"
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Date: 2016-05-14 12:52 am (UTC)"So, I'm having a profitable night. How about you?"