Something Creative (One-on-One)

She headed into the house, her red dress glinting in the early evening light.

 

The party was typically fancy and filled with people laughed over diamonds and pearls. Petra's eyes narrowed for a moment before she cleared her throat, murmuring under her breath. It would be too quiet for anyone to hear, but it would come through Gabe's earpiece loud and clear.

"Ridiculous. Kids are starving on the streets and they're parading around as if it's nothing. Just one of these strands of pearls could feed a child for ten years."

 

"It's awful," she said, her voice harsher than he would have ever heard it. "I hate them."

 

She sighed before shaking her head.

"I'm going to go see if we can get a tour, okay?"

 

"Cool. Thanks," she said, pulling away and heading into the crowd.

 

(Small zoop?)

 

A hand rested on his forearm and Petra spoke quietly.

"We've got everything we need. Ready to go?"

 

She headed for the door, bestowing dazzling smiles on those who glanced at them with interest, but they made it out unapprehended.

 

They got out of the house, but Petra didn't break her composure, heading for the road.

 

"Out of sight," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. "We'll get to the road, and then we can relax."