*Eames*
I decline to point out that the rain actually has let up a bit, and if I wait much longer, it is only going to worsen again. I offer the pair of beautiful women an inscrutable smile and sit down across from them on an elegant yet highly uncomfortable chair.
"You mustn't sit there," Freya says. "It's terribly uncomfortable, and I would get rid of it if Zac’s mother didn't assure me it was absolutely priceless. Why don't you move over to the sofa next to Angel?"
I raise a single eyebrow at her.
"I hate when people do that," Freya mutters under her breath. Nonetheless, she continues brightly, "I assure you that you'll have a horrid backache on the morrow if you stay in that chair for more than five minutes."
I rise and sit down comfortably next to Angel. "I am your obedient serva
