The Cuckoo comes in April 25
Jul. 22nd, 2012 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
svetlanacat6
25
They were sailing quietly. The boat skimmed over the sea, through the flaming colors of sunset.
It had been a wonderful day, Illya thought, an the bit his lips.
“Thanks for inviting me, Napoleon....”
Napoleon smiled. “My pleasure...”
The Russian pointed at the harbor, in front of them.
“We could have dinner here... I noticed a small restaurant, this morning and...” His partner stiffened. “Napoleon?”
Stupid. It was stupid. Napoleon forced a bright smile. Of course they would have dinner. Of course they would enjoy themselves. Of course it would be the icing on the cake of a pleasant day.