She paused. "You can if you'd like to," she said. "But I don't mind walking. I feel like you have to drive me a lot."
She intercepted his kiss with her lips. "You have to get ready," she said with a small smile. "Are you showering?"
"Lovely," she said, kissing his cheek. She pulled away and left the bathroom to go to the bedroom to change, rubbing the back of her neck as she walked.
Poppy pulled open the drawers with a small frown. Her meetings nowadays required fancier and fancier clothing, and she dreaded the day that she would be forced to wear a ball gown to negotiate for her country. She paused as her fingers touched red fabric, and a small smile crept over her face.
Poppy zipped up the dress and pulled her hair out from under the collar. With a small sigh, she strapped her watch around her wrist and headed to the kitchen, humming quietly to herself.
Francis stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and wrapping towel around his waist. He opened the door, tilting his head slightly.
Poppy's back was to him as he opened the door, and she was zipping up a small bag, humming to herself.
He went and quickly got changed, only to return and place his hand on her shoulder. "You look stunning."
She turned with a small smile and kissed him. "You don't look half bad yourself," she replied quietly.
