Stay
•Verb•
"Remaining in the same place."
"(Stay gold) Even in your dreams,
(Stay gold) I'll find you,
(Stay gold, gold) I want to touch you,
(Stay gold) Your entire being,
(Stay gold) Enthralls me.
(Stay gold) I want you as mine.
Forever, forever...
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SIXTEEN MISSED CALLS. With the flip phone secured tightly into the dark-skinned female's hand, Gisèlle scrolled down the list noting all of them were from her father. He even left a few voice mails but she had no intention on listening to them. As she pushed the shopping cart forward, her green eyes gazed up from the screen and stared at Fleur and Harry. They stood arguing about the best pasta sauce to go with the noodles and chicken they picked earlier in the store.
Unlike Gisèlle, Fleur has white skin and ginger hair that always seemed to to curl perfectly. She was short and petite with a slim figure. Harry on the other hand was a sharp-jaw 'pint up' gentleman with swooped brunette hair and masculine physique. To an outsider they may seem like a normal couple, but the half-exposed mark under Fleur's flannel on her wrist said otherwise.
"It's just pasta, choose a damn sauce." Gisèlle groaned with a frown. "Je veux juste de la nourriture..."
"Ne soyez pas si dramatique." Fleur scoffed rolling her dark eyes. With one final huff, she placed the glass jar of Prego pasta sauce into the cart ignoring Harry's protest on using RAO's instead. "Soyez heureux que nous préparions même votre nourriture." She teased looking towards Gisèlle with a growing smirk.
