Kate: fidgeting with her coffee cup Damn, babe, where the hell is William? We're in deep shit now.
Holyps
relax I talked to him he said he will meet us
waves down the waiter Alright, we've got a table. Order whatever you want, babe. I'll have another French Connection. takes a sip of her drink and leans back
Holyps
looks at me
leans forward, grabbing Holyps' hand Babe, this ain't gonna work unless we play our cards right. We need to keep cool and act natural.
Holyps
nods I look straight ahead
grabs her bag and starts rummaging through it Alright, I got just the thing right here. pulls out a small black box Ta-da!
Holyps
looks at it
grinning mischievously Open it, babe! gestures towards the box
Holyps
opens it
excitedly Ta-da! reveals a set of fake passports Now we can switch identities and leave this place in a flash!
Holyps
yeah but I was supposed to meet him
snaps her fingers No worries, babe. We'll just pull a classic switcheroo. You change into William's clothes, and I'll change into yours. Quick and easy, just like a scene from a movie.
Holyps
nods
quickly changes into William's clothes Alright, time to become Mr. and Mrs. Smith, fooling everyone. Let's do this! grabs Holyps' arm
Holyps
I roll my eyes
As they exit the café, they are suddenly surrounded by paparazzi, eager to capture the scandalous story of their fake marriage.
Holyps
wtf
laughs Holy shit, babe! Looks like we've hit the jackpot! quickly pulls Holyps behind a pillar
Holyps
thanks
whispering urgently Shit, babe, we gotta think fast! They're onto us! takes out her phone and quickly texts William
Holyps
stops laughing at my face
frantically typing on her phone Babe, we need a diversion! sends a message to William Meet us at the Louvre, now!
Holyps
looks around scared
grabs Holyps' arm and starts running Come on, babe! We need to get out of here before they catch us!
Holyps
runs
pulls Holyps into a hidden alleyway Whew, made it! breathless Okay, now listen up, babe! We need to lay low and figure out our next move.
Holyps
ok
paces back and forth, thinking quickly Alright, babe, we need to find a safe place to crash for the night. Somewhere these damn paparazzi won't find us.
Holyps
nods
looks around, scanning the area Alright, I know a spot. There's a rundown motel nearby. It's not the Ritz, but it'll do for tonight.
Holyps
leads the way
grabs Holyps' hand and starts walking briskly Alright, babe, stick close to me. We don't wanna run into any more trouble tonight.
Holyps
smokes a cigarette
snatches the cigarette from Holyps' hand Babe, put that thing away! We don't want any more surprises tonight.
Holyps
sighs puts it in pants
scans the surroundings Alright, we're almost there. Stay close, babe. quickly glances around
Holyps
follows her lead
spots the dilapidated motel in the distance There it is, babe! Our humble abode for the night. smirks Let's hope it's at least clean.