Mills has lived a spartan life for so long, moving from place to place, never having time to think about anything other than the mission. Her mere proximity here seems rather dream like, and he's not inclined to examine it too closely.
He tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow and covers it with his own for just a moment.
"Just a few blocks, I think." He fishes in the pocket of his jacket for his cell phone to check the time. "Two o'clock. Plenty of time. They usually have a few live music acts, and the occasional celebrity wanders down from the Hollywood hills." He points back behind them.
They emerge onto the street and even on a sunny Friday afternoon, there isn't much foot traffic. This is LA after all.
"So the Bureau has you trapped in a little room, poring over mounds of data, straining those pretty green eyes of yours looking for that one clue, hmm?"
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Date: 2009-04-25 05:53 am (UTC)He tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow and covers it with his own for just a moment.
"Just a few blocks, I think." He fishes in the pocket of his jacket for his cell phone to check the time. "Two o'clock. Plenty of time. They usually have a few live music acts, and the occasional celebrity wanders down from the Hollywood hills." He points back behind them.
They emerge onto the street and even on a sunny Friday afternoon, there isn't much foot traffic. This is LA after all.
"So the Bureau has you trapped in a little room, poring over mounds of data, straining those pretty green eyes of yours looking for that one clue, hmm?"