[Venice at five thirty in the morning isn't as quiet as it ought to be. Shops open early, bakeries crack their doors at dawn, and the noise of people milling about to reach either destination through overly narrow streets echoes out between the space between buildings.
But in certain areas, close to the water and less convenient for the average tourist to tread, there's a different sort of calm that comes from the sound of waves slapping against stone. And with three hours to spare before her next job goes down, Chloe's soaking it all in while she thumbs through her notes on the itinerary. It's not an easy lift, that's for sure, and she'd rather know it all by heart than slip-up and botch the whole thing. God knows she's more professional than that. At least a bit more, anyway.]
Chloe it is LET US DO THIS c:
But in certain areas, close to the water and less convenient for the average tourist to tread, there's a different sort of calm that comes from the sound of waves slapping against stone. And with three hours to spare before her next job goes down, Chloe's soaking it all in while she thumbs through her notes on the itinerary. It's not an easy lift, that's for sure, and she'd rather know it all by heart than slip-up and botch the whole thing. God knows she's more professional than that. At least a bit more, anyway.]