It had started with a kiss, Jyn frustrated that her brother kept badgering her about being alone while she travels so much -- like he wasn't equally as single and traveling as much. She'd grabbed the nearest handsome man and asked if he would kiss her for a picture so she could pretend her trip was romantic holiday and, much to probably both of their surprise, he agreed and Jyn's instagram followers went absolutely bonkers.
Running into him again at the Taj Mahal was strange, but it was easier to yell "HEY!" and ask him for another kiss picture. He turned out to be excellent at dipping and this time she managed to get his first name, Cassian, and a brief stroll around the reflecting pool before her free time was up and she had to sprint back to work.
The dip in front of the Parthenon was even easier, despite the dirt and crumbling stone under their feet making it a little unsteady. This time he got an occupation out of her -- writer -- and they shared a blood orange Italian soda because why not drink Italian soda in Greece. Keep that rivalry going. He was on the time crunch in Greece and they parted, again without asking for numbers or surnames or any other details and although Saw had instilled in her a healthy dose of paranoia, from the looks of it, neither of them could afford to stalk each other across continents.
Besides, he isn't everywhere she visits, just some of them. Maybe... he lives there?
So far, this trip has been sans pretty boy, that is until her heels are clacking across the floor of El Capitolio, press badge hung around her neck, and she spots him standing in front of the gleaming golden la Estatua de la República. She pulls up short, another loop of hair falling out of the bun she had made with a pen and stubborn willpower, lacking an actual elastic to do the job, before she slides up next to him.
"I really should start tagging you in my instagram photos."
never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.
Running into him again at the Taj Mahal was strange, but it was easier to yell "HEY!" and ask him for another kiss picture. He turned out to be excellent at dipping and this time she managed to get his first name, Cassian, and a brief stroll around the reflecting pool before her free time was up and she had to sprint back to work.
The dip in front of the Parthenon was even easier, despite the dirt and crumbling stone under their feet making it a little unsteady. This time he got an occupation out of her -- writer -- and they shared a blood orange Italian soda because why not drink Italian soda in Greece. Keep that rivalry going. He was on the time crunch in Greece and they parted, again without asking for numbers or surnames or any other details and although Saw had instilled in her a healthy dose of paranoia, from the looks of it, neither of them could afford to stalk each other across continents.
Besides, he isn't everywhere she visits, just some of them. Maybe... he lives there?
So far, this trip has been sans pretty boy, that is until her heels are clacking across the floor of El Capitolio, press badge hung around her neck, and she spots him standing in front of the gleaming golden la Estatua de la República. She pulls up short, another loop of hair falling out of the bun she had made with a pen and stubborn willpower, lacking an actual elastic to do the job, before she slides up next to him.
"I really should start tagging you in my instagram photos."