𓈒𓏸 out of town ༄.°

@✧˚ y. christian [] her fit is from the gpm so-

this was unexpected, being called for her services for a wedding date is one thing - sure, it's not something new or that insanely ridiculous or new to momo - but it was 'who' was doing the calling and hiring. it was her ex-lover of all persons. so here is momo, out in the territories of christian's domain. apparently, it would seem to her that no one is surprised seeing momo hanging off of her previous lover's arm. when it should be a little weird, should it not? after all - she's his ex-lover of all things. why is he carrying her around like a trophy wife hanging off his arm, looking all sparkly and pretty to anyone's eyes that may look over in their direction.

the thought alone has momo flushing nervously, she's never the type to be hesitant with anyone, nor is she the type to be shy or a coward by any means. yet as Christian guided her into the venue, back in his homelands, her eyes roamed the area, spotting some of his friends whom she did meet in the past. she tried her best to ignore the odd questions coming their way about, "so when is it your turn ian? you got her here, and still no ring on that pretty finger?"

one of his close buddies talked smoothly, the accent hanging thick in his english words, but thanks to being with Christian in the past, momo learned a lot of english, so she's understanding every single word being uttered about her as his date. clearly - something is amiss, Christian never told anyone anything did he? she walked into this venue with her arm wrapped up around the thicker male's own as she leaned into him - acting like the perfect [girlfriend] for the night. not as a means of her doing a job - even though she dared not take a single cent from the man, even when he offered to pay for her services because after all - it's her job.

momo was trying to make do with what little time she had in hopes of making up for one percent of the heartache and trauma she may have put her past lover through. she was a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure - and truthfully, momo has issues committing to one person. she always managed to get side tracked, and heck - she loved Christian more than anyone she loved before, yet, it still was not enough for her. it still wasn't enough for him - because in the end, she still ed it all up and hurt him - broke him - broke his heart into pieces, chew him up and spit him out when he found that burner phone in her clutch. right from a job which she wasn't even supposed to go in the first place.

she stopped her activities for him - taking a long hiatus, but one of the girls couldn't have made it and Mrs. shim begged momo just for one night, one night only - she spoke to Christian explaining and she was allowed to go - not that Christian ever even controlled her. he accepted her with all her flaws, her sketchy ways, even the sneaking out- he never questioned it much, because momo was very transparent with him - or at least that's how it all started.

as time continues on during the service, she was making every second count for him - a playful touch to his exposed chest, one button down on his shirt, ink splayed onto his skin drawing her attention every now and again as delicate fingers brushed over his skin time and time again. a hearty giggle leaving her roseated couplets as she talked and laughed like nothing bad ever once went down with the duo. after all, she was good at this - faking it till she make it. it's her job after all, how could she not be good at doing this much? she had to be someone she's not, on a regular basis. not to mention - hiding that she's actually a hitwoman under all of this - hiding that from loved ones, her ex-partner; Christian and getting away with it. she was good at doing this. this is her job - her livelihood and momo was going to sell the best couple of the evening which would be her and Christian, no matter what bump in the road may occur.

'sells weed