Dove
I was practically bouncing in my seat as Bucky drove us through the busy streets with his hoard of security. His hand rested on my thigh as the radio lowly played through the speakers adding to the atmosphere of late night drive.
He turned to a very fancy looking sort of renaissance building and entered into the undercover parking. I didn't know much French to read the sign outside but it sounded expensive. Anything in French could sound expensive with the accent to be honest. He parked and climbed out once he cut the engine.
I waited patiently knowing the procedure by now. He opened the door and held out his hand and I happily placed my hand in his as he helped me out. "Are we going to watch an opera?" I beamed up to him.
"Do you want to watch an opera?" He snickered as we entered an elevator.
"No, I never understood what was going on," I shrugged, "I figured rich people do that."
