Nathalie carried her own bag. She couldn't deny herself - she rushed forward, putting down her own bag, and taking two of Mr. Manchester's bags.
"I don't need your help, Nathalie. Do you see these muscles? They're well earned."
She blushed. "Yes… I just wanted to…"
Jace pushed past his father and Nathalie. "Open the boot, dad."
Nathalie stumbled over her heels and nearly tripped as Jace pushed past her. She managed to straighten herself before Mr. Manchester could glance over at her.
"Why do I have to do it? You're younger."
"Because I'm lazy and disgusted."
(Oh! I have an idea, if you're cool with it.)
(yes…?)
(So, as Nathalie and Henry start to fall more and more in love, Jace gets jealous b/c he sees Nathalie as someone who is in the way of a fun vacation with him and his dad, so he tries to "sabotage" her. Yeah, if you're cool with it, it might make the rp a little more interesting. If not, it's fine and I understand ;D)
(No offense, but I feel like Henry would be more disgusted than jealous)
(You mean Jace? And I was just suggesting that for a little more or a plot line.)
(sorry, yes I did.
and I'm just saying what I think)
(Maybe disgust could add to the jealousy…?)
(I just… I kinda have a view of him (he's kinda based off a character in a show I watch) and he's not the type to get jealous easily
I don't want to sound rude or anything)
(It’s fine, I just thought it might “spice up” the rp a little 😉)
"Why do I have to do it? You're younger."
"Because I'm lazy and disgusted."
Nathalie pursed her lips and walked forward to do it.
"I'll do it, Nathalie," Henry said, and opened the boot. He piled his bags into it and then shit a glare at Jace.
"It's no problem, sir," she replied, organizing the bags so that they wouldn't fall over during the drive.
Henry then hopped into the driver's seat and got the car running.
Nathalie hesitated when Henry got into the driver's seat. "Do you not want me to drive, sir?" she asked politely.
"I'm quite capable of driving." Henry looked at Jace who was glaring at him from the back seat.
"Jace, why don't you sit up front with your father?" Nathalie suggested. "I can sit in the back."
Jace started to move out of the car. "Stay there, Jace. Nathalie can stay up the front."
"No, sir. It's really not a problem," Nathalie insisted.
"I insist that you sit in the front, Nathalie."
"Yes, sir," she replied, giving Jace an apologetic look before sliding into the passenger seat.
Jace huffed and folded his arms, slumping in his seat.
Nathalie looked at her knees, slightly ashamed. "Do you want to switch, Jace?" she asked softly.
"No, it's fine," Jace huffed.
