Standing and leaning against the cubicle door behind her, Liesel looked upwards at the ceiling as if she'd suddenly find the answers to the universe up there. It was safe to say they had made it back to solid ground. They had arrived in Switzerland a little over twenty minutes ago. There was no dwelling on the fact that they were in another country, their luggage was pulled down from the overhead storage and then they were off. Only as the plane retreated and the busy terminal suddenly came into view it totally overwhelmed the senses; it was definitely a site to behold, Liesel was minutely aware to the fact that she was being spoken to.

Obviously seeing as how she wasn't exactly listening, just merely agreeing Erik had rather rudely turned her to look at him. With a serious look he repeated his words and then nudged her away in the direction to the ladies toilets. "Make yourself presentable." Was all he said, naturally Liesel had a comeback, of course she had. She couldn't let him have the last word on this. No way was he going to bluntly tell her to do something and then seemingly shoot looks her way as she stood pointing up at him.

"I beg to differ...some may see a jumper presentable."

"Not with tattered jeans they wouldn't. You honestly think we're going to be allowed to see anyone for a meeting if you're looking like you've just grabbed the first things you've found?"

"That pretty much is what happened, remember? You turned up at my door and-"

"I remember," Erik said easily cutting her off, she sagged and slouched her shoulders. Why did he have to be so blunt and mean for all of a sudden? With a slight despondent look she glanced back at him. "Go, we'll meet back here."

She stood up straight and gave a nod regardless, it wasn't until she was walking away that she remembered he had had the last word...groaning she kicked a cubicle open and as yet hadn't moved really. Turning and finally locking the door she turned to her bag. It looked rather sorry for itself, sitting there on the toilet seat. Sniffing slowly, she exhaled and moved forwards. Kneeling down she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it.

"Meeting attire, meeting attire? What's suitable...hm," she mused while rifling through. She made a noise when her hands connected with the damp and drying clothes from earlier. "Definitely not that!" She said with a defiant nod. If a jumper and jeans were a no go. So was damp and drying rain soaked clothes.

Pushing her hair out of her face she ended up pulling out a dress. Honestly she forgot it was even stashed away at the very bottom. She was rather glad she found it, it was simple, teal coloured and rather suitable for a meeting. Holding it she hung it on the hook on the back of the door before turning back to finding some shoes. Black small heeled shoes would do fine. At this point she highly doubted anyone would pay much mind to what was on her feet. Waving her hand at nothing in particular she took to changing. Standing and dwelling in silence for ten minutes was pushing it really. Standing in here wouldn't get this slightly boring task completed, would it?

Sitting and rubbing his hands together, Erik looked up each time someone drew near thinking it was Liesel, but alas no. She had as yet to reappear. Honestly he could understand if she was a little lagging because of still feeling unwell. But honestly he didn't expect such a simple task to be dragged out over almost twenty minutes. He was rather sure, dead certain in fact, that each time he mentioned the task of today he had been nothing but serious. Bluntly serious even, just to get the point across. As such he believed she'd get the point and hurry herself around. She'd push feeling unwell aside for this...yet no, apparently not.

Erik sighed heavily and hung his head in his hands. Women and changing, he now knew was a bad combination, and an annoying one. Running a hand down his face, he simply looked around the terminal before noticing someone sit down suddenly beside him. He glanced at the man and then let his gaze drift elsewhere. He was so bored with waiting that he was actually people watching. It wasn't a wholly fulfilling task, but it seemed to kill some time.

With a frown he cast his eyes to a small group of boys, because they honestly looked no older than eighteen, make a fuss and nudge each other. One would nudge the boy beside him, and he in turn would nudge the other. It was an odd thing, and really he did not know what had captivated them until he looked in the direction they were glancing. Letting his hands drop from his face he sat upright and eventually stood. Black coat undone and billowing behind her, Liesel simply swung her bag in one hand, while the other was placed in her pocket. With her coat undone it allowed the dark green dress she wore to be seen. It stopped about knee length and fitted her perfectly, the neckline was a modest one yet with the way the dress fitted her the neckline wasn't really a detail that was regarded.

Her simple heeled shoes clipped against the floor, and whether she knew it or not she had a saunter to her pace as if she was on the latest catwalk. Pulling a hand out of her pocket she pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face before casting an odd look at the boys. Passing them, she rolled her eyes and pulled her now red painted lips into a smile when she caught sight of Erik.

"You moved!" She exclaimed and pointed a finger at him, Erik raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. He was trying to formulate words, only to fail somewhat. Whether he really wished to register or not; but he was joining in with the boys. He was taking in Liesel's sudden transformation, and he found himself strangely liking it. He would be a complete idiot if he did not register the sudden young woman who was an old time friend, however he may have been a slight idiot to not register how that young woman sometimes presented herself when needed. There was an honest, innocent somewhat simple beauty about her.

"What?" He replied, eventually.

She laughed and shook her head. "When you said 'we'll meet back here', I thought you meant literally in that same spot. I know what you're like for literal things, Erik. But no...anyway, you ready to go? Sorry I took a while...it was slightly trickier to find presentable clothes, unlike you. Nice suit, by the way. You look very smart, and handsome. Come on then, let's get this boredom over with. Are you feeling okay?" Liesel rambled off simply, one question after another as her green eyes stared up at him. Her green eyes which stood out more now that she had framed them in simple eyeliner and mascara.

Erik for the most part had stood, silent and thoughtful. He had taken in what she had said, and there seemed to be quite a bit, and he decided on what parts he actually needed to answer. Shaking his head slowly he picked up his temporarily forgotten luggage and looked back at her. Liesel just smiled and waited for him to either speak or lead the way out.

With a quiet sigh he nodded towards the exit and gestured with a hand for her to follow. She did so, her shoes clipping against the flooring quietly amidst the hustle and bustle about them. "I got tired of standing and waiting. It's fine, twenty minutes simply flew by without you present. And thanks, you look..."

"Presentable?" She laughed and looked down on herself. Shaking her head slowly she pointed at him again. "I was merely being polite, there's really no need for your reply to be sarcastic! I mean come on...how many other times are you likely to be called handsome today, huh? And you repay me by being rude and sarcastic. How do I put up with you sometimes?"

"I find that's a question that works both ways."

"Erik!" Liesel exclaimed and hit him on the arm. "Stop being impolite." She said irritated and frowned deeply at the corridor they walked down. "I'm going to just overlook this as nerves. You're nervous about this meeting and you're taking it out on me because I am the only person here."

"Nervous?" Erik couldn't help but smirk over the mere suggestion. "Have you ever seen me nervous?"

Liesel seemed to think long and hard about this before shaking her head sadly and slowly. "I often find that I do not know how you feel or what you think. You are a very hard person to read." She admitted somewhat distantly and sadly.

He fell silent at this, not knowing really what to say he decided silence was perhaps best. Walking over to a taxi in its parking rank, Erik opened the door for her before climbing in himself. Giving a street address, Liesel just presumed it was this supposed bank they were going to. But when they pulled up on the outside of a small chain of shops she looked confused. She expected her five minute taxi ride to end in them pulling up beside a boring looking building.

"Don't get any ideas." Erik said while gently holding onto her arm and directing her away from the shops she seemed to be gravitating towards. Liesel looked hurt and muttered something about shiny things and the need to look. But he just shrugged it off, "Our destination is actually over there." He pointed a finger down the street.

"Why are we not there then?"

"Because I thought we could have a little walk, Liesel. We weren't dropped off there just because..."

"That isn't a reason." She commented blandly yet picked up walking anyway.

"Okay, well face it and think of it this way: if things go wrong in there, and we are perhaps identified on the off chance, who would be able to identify us if they traced our steps?"

"The driver."

"Good girl, hence why we're walking."

"Well...least it's decent weather." Liesel commented, there were damp spots and puddles which showed it had rained here too. But for the most part it was a grey but otherwise dry day. "Erik?"

"Yes?"

"Are you expecting things to go wrong here?" She asked worriedly while glancing up at him.

He looked away from the street before them to her, "Truthfully?"

She nodded, "I'd rather you not lie to me."

"I've never lied to you anyway, even before today...but truth be told, I don't know. I'm not really sure what to expect. Probably nothing, in all honesty. He's probably just like everyone else." He looked about the milling people and narrowed his eyes. They were all so oblivious to what was really going on around them. He honestly didn't know how they got around every day, but whatever here they were.

Liesel nodded her head slowly, she was accepting that as a truthful answer and she didn't really have anything else to question him about. She perked up though when she was gently pulled in the direction of the grey bricked building. Walking through the impressive dark wooden double doors, the two found themselves in a spacious foyer. Columns of the same dark wood as the door were dotted about and touched the ceiling. The floor was a decorated marble, Liesel looked about herself in slight awe. This was perhaps the least boring bank she had ever been in!

Letting out a quiet yelp as she was pulled in another direction, she found her feet. Frowning when they stopped in a corridor, she looked confused as Erik took her small bag as well as his own and seemed to place them within a cleaning closet. He did this without anyone noticing, making sure both bags were well hidden he nodded his head and led her down the rest of the corridor to the room he was looking for.

As if things couldn't get more surprising, the man they were here to meet was a shrewd looking fellow, olive toned skin, and wary dark eyes. Upon naturally seeing the two of them, his eyes hardened. He seemed to look them up and down, assessing everything about them. His eyes seemed to linger more on Liesel, which caused her to narrow her eyes. As if seeing a bit of spirit in her, he laughed lowly and gestured to the seats before the large desk. After exchanging a look, they both sat down. Erik wasted little to no time in presenting the briefcase to the man. He placed it on the desk, turned it and allowed him to open it. Naturally as soon as he did, any mirth which was present was now leeched away.

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Edited: 7/June/2019

Reedited: 13/August/2021