. things you do

[thompson weathers]

Life happens in the little moments. In his brief flirtation with therapy, that phrase had been about the only thing Thompson could remember the therapist saying. He had scoffed at it in the moment, inwardly thinking that a therapist would surely make enough money to know that wasn't true, but it had been a thought he hadn't been able to shake in the weeks and months since he'd first heard it. With a double dose of jet lag induced by a trip to Japan and then straight on to Spain, the billionaire heir was looking his scruffiest, his salt and pepper hair in need of a cut, his stubble turning to beard. A faint tan helped to hide some of his tiredness, the dark rings under his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Finally he lands in Arkansas, lazily making his way through arrivals and squinting to try and see a familiar blonde head.

[princess weathers]

Cece sticks out in a crowd in a sea of arrivals. The way her golden hair pours over her camel coat and her blue eyes search the crowd, she looks more like she’s waiting in Sweden than the airport in Little Rock, Arkansas. She stands and studies the faces coming through, blissfully ignoring them when she finds them unfamiliar. When she spots who she’s looking for, she rises in her heels. Excited as she reach her arms up and almost squeaks to get his attention, as if she’d miss the attention of anyone. “Tom,” she says wrapping her arms around him, enveloping him in her vanilla perfume.

[thompson weathers]

Glimpsing Cece in the crowd, Thompson almost laughs at how alien she is to her surroundings. She had always been a standout beauty, everywhere they went together he saw people stealing double takes, their eyes drifting along her perfect form. He couldn't blame them. "Cece," he says, squeezing her back as her familiar scent engulfs him. It smells like home. As they start to pull away, he leans down and kisses her before he can think better of it. "Sorry, I look like total shit. Wanted to blend in with the locals."