"CAN YOU HAND ME THAT FRAME?" AMANDLA ASKED, POINTING AT THE GLASS COFFEE TABLE WHERE AN ARRAY OF FRAMED PHOTOGRAPHS LAYED. "No, that one," she clarified, gesturing to the one next to the photograph of Audrey Hepburn that Ethan had originally reached for. Grabbing the photo of the Eifel Tower, he passed it to the blonde that was standing on a silver ladder. With silent eyes, he watched as she hung the frame on the wall and positioned it so it was aligned with the other ones.
