[ New Orleans is a lively place -- even in the roaring heat of summer. With the sun shining high, and the streets filled with natives and tourists alike, it's quite easy to become another face in the crowd. One of the reasons she preferred the city and was more amendable to a job here. Having grown up in the heat, summer doesn't bother her as much as her colleagues, but it still does have some effect on her in terms of her focus.
First lesson in this sort of climate? Dress in fabrics that breathe. On their first day, Arthur was so stuffed within his layers, she felt hot just looking at him. Thankfully, he learns his lesson quickly, returning to a man she enjoys looking at merely for the sake of it and not by morbid curiosity.
Today happens to be a particularly brutal day, lethargy growing by the minute. To say she's relieved when they decide to end early is an understatement. ]
I grew up in the heat, [ she murmurs, packing away her notes and folders. She wears a light and airy dress, silver hair pulled back into a bun. ] I'm surprised you even bothered bringing a suit. Aren't you the man who prides himself on being prepared?
[ Grew up in the heat. Of course. Arthur could probably check even more, find out an exact location, but he leaves it at that. For team members, he just makes sure their backgrounds pass enough that they aren't likely to stab him in the back. ]
Was in Sweden before this, they're having a cold snap. I forgot how disgusting the humidity could be on the eastern seaboard.
[ Disgusting but familiar all at once. He'd grown up further north, where the summers are a blend of humid, hot, and full of mosquitos. With the occasional thunderstorm to shake it all up.
Still, he doesn't like it. A few years on the west coast has spoiled him immensely. ]
You heading back or got other plans?
[ He wraps up his tidying, files neatly tucked away in his bag, head slightly cocked with the question. ]
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First lesson in this sort of climate? Dress in fabrics that breathe. On their first day, Arthur was so stuffed within his layers, she felt hot just looking at him. Thankfully, he learns his lesson quickly, returning to a man she enjoys looking at merely for the sake of it and not by morbid curiosity.
Today happens to be a particularly brutal day, lethargy growing by the minute. To say she's relieved when they decide to end early is an understatement. ]
I grew up in the heat, [ she murmurs, packing away her notes and folders. She wears a light and airy dress, silver hair pulled back into a bun. ] I'm surprised you even bothered bringing a suit. Aren't you the man who prides himself on being prepared?
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Was in Sweden before this, they're having a cold snap. I forgot how disgusting the humidity could be on the eastern seaboard.
[ Disgusting but familiar all at once. He'd grown up further north, where the summers are a blend of humid, hot, and full of mosquitos. With the occasional thunderstorm to shake it all up.
Still, he doesn't like it. A few years on the west coast has spoiled him immensely. ]
You heading back or got other plans?
[ He wraps up his tidying, files neatly tucked away in his bag, head slightly cocked with the question. ]