Run Away; Varla.

[Varla Jenson]

I look back when Drew speaks and nod, smiling slightly. "It'll be the same in Firenze," I say, blushing lightly. I was just lucky that my mother didn't give my room up. I decide that, since I was in France, it would be okay to let my accent come out. "Uh, are we going to be going to the tower tonight?" I ask, curious as to when since we never got to plan when we'd go to the tower or Roma. Chelsea had fallen asleep during the ride so I was going to have to lay her down soon.

[Andrew Bataille]

I finally make it to the top of the stairs and I open the door before stepping in and stepping her bags at the foot of one bed and mine at the other. I push my hair out of my face, glad that my parents had had the foresight to make sure there were two and not one. "Uh, yeah." I reply, nodding. With the time zones it was already getting dark here, and it would be perfect to take Varla up to the tower tonight. "You good wearing that? Or?" I add, looking over at her. I didn't know if she felt rumpled from the plane ride or such.

[Varla Jenson]

I look in the room and step in, placing Chelsea on the bed before he says we were going tonight. I smile and look at him before he asks if I was okay wearing this. "Uh, let me freshen up a little," I say, pulling my suitcase into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. A smile grows on my face as I pull off my shirt and pants, digging through my suitcase for the dress I had packed. I could finally put my plan into action; I just hoped it all went as planned though. I pull it on and pull out the heels that went with it. I look at myself in the mirror for a moment before putting flower clips into my hair and smiling. Perfecto.
outfit

[Andrew Bataille]

I nod a bit as she steps into the bathroom and I just pull a clean navy blue button up shirt and pull mine over my head before slipping into it, tilting my head down as I did the buttons. I dig through for my comb and run it through my hair a few times before putting it back and plopping down on the edge of my bed to wait for Varla. I look up as Aymeric goes by to his room and he makes kissy faces at me and I ignore him, looking down at my feet.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile at myself before walking out of the bathroom after I zipped it up and look at him to see that he had changed. A smile comes across my face as I walk out and sit on the bed, looking at Chelsea. "Would your mom mind watching Chelsea?" I ask, looking at him and pushing a stray strand of hair from my face. It wouldn't be a problem bringing her but I would prefer not to. "I mean, it would be okay if she couldn't," I mumble, looking away.

[Andrew Bataille]

I look up as the door opens and my eyes widen a bit as she comes out. "Sacrebleu." I say to myself, looking away quickly. "Uh, I'll go ask.. come on." I reply, standing and taking her hand. I just didn't want Aymeric to walk by and decide to start trying to flirt with her- I was just glad of the language barrier at the moment. "Maman, voulez-vous regarder Chelsea alors que nous allons voir la Tour Eiffel?" I ask once I find her in the kitchen and she raises her eyebrows, looking between us, before nodding. "Grand." I reply, grinning at her.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile as he look at me before looking away and I allow him to take my hand, following him down stairs. He speaks to her in his native tongue and I smile when she nods her head, waiting to be led out of the house. "Chelsea dort à l'étage. Son sac est à côté du lit," I mumble, looking at her with a small smile before looking away again. It was odd to speak French and not Italian when I wasn't in America.

[Andrew Bataille]

I grin as she speaks French and my mom practically beams at her before I lead Varla towards the door and out of the house, starting down the sidewalk. "You need to teach me some Italian so I'm not completely clueless when we go to Firenze." I say, chuckling as I kept her hand in mine, not even noticing. I look around at the buildings and people as we walked, listening to the fluent conversations of the French and then the broken, simply sentences of the tourists. "We can get something to eat before, if you want?" I ask, looking over at her as we near one of my favorite cafes.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile when his mom beams at me and gain a little confidence before we walk down the sidewalk. I giggle and nod. "My parents know enough English to make sure you won't be clueless," I say, smiling at him as I listened to the conversations. He says we could get something to eat and I smile, nodding. "Sure, you'll have to tell me what's best," I say with a smile. I lace our fingers together absently and smile as I look around, finding it interesting and amazing. A giggle escapes me as someone offers me a rose and I take it, leaning my head against Drew's shoulder with a smile.

[Andrew Bataille]

"All the food's amazing." I reply, shaking my head with a grin on my face. A blush crosses my cheeks as Varla laces our fingers together and I watch as she takes the rose before her head finds my shoulder. I lead her over to an outdoor table and pull out a chair for her before sitting down across from her and opening up a menu. "Que puis-je faire pour vous? What can I get for you?" a waiter asks, speaking in both French and Englsih as she stops at our table.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile when he says all the food is amazing and sit in the chair he pulls out for me. I look over the menu and look at the waiter before biting my lip and hoping Drew would order for me. I really didn't know what would be best and I only knew cheese omelet in French. My hands rest in my lap as I continue looking and I huff before looking up at him. "Will you order for us both?" I ask, looking up at Drew and smiling as innocently as possible. There was nothing I could really find that jumped out at me since I didn't know what most of it was.

[Andrew Bataille]

I chuckle a bit as she asks me to order for her and I nod a bit. "Ahhh, crêpes au chocolat avec des fraises et du vin, s'il vous plaît." I say, shrugging a bit before folding my menu and digging through my wallet for the money my mom had given me and hand it to the waiter before taking my change. "I got wine and chocolate crepes with strawberries. Not really a dinner, but I thought you'd like it." I say, looking over at Varla and chuckling.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile when he orders and look up when he says what he ordered. "It sounds great, actually," I say, smiling and giggling. My fingers go up and I play with my hair for a minute before looking at him and blushing before looking down again. I really couldn't think of anything to say and I just play with my hair before smiling at Drew. "What should we talk about?" I ask, smiling at him and straightening the dress.

[Andrew Bataille]

"Grand." I reply, smiling over at her before looking away again. The Eiffel Tower was in the distance and it was jsut beginning to light up. I thank the waiter as she brings the wine and I take a sip, shrugging my shoulders as she asks what we should talk about. "Comment tu es belle ce soir.. how beautiful you look this evening." I reply, a blush crossing my face as I say it in both French and English. I look away again, bringing the glass to my lips as the food arrives. "Remerciements." I mumble, grabbing a fork and cutting into my creppe.

[Varla Jenson]

I look up as he speaks and smile before the waitress brings us our wine. I take a sip before he replies and I blush, looking down. The food comes and I grab my fork, cutting into it and taking a bite with a smile. I take a sip of wine before looking up at Drew. "Stai molto bene, anche," I mumble before looking down and taking another bite. "You look very nice, too," I say, translating after I take my bite and continuously, playing with the stem of my glass.