James turns to Elsa and nods in response before focusing on the road. “New York is a very busy city. Millions of people live here and all from different parts of the world. All of different religion and speak different languages. A good place to live and where people feel if they make it here they can make it anywhere.”
Elsa smiles at seeing him open the trunk to find clothes in there. The woman looks at him. “Well you sure seem to prove that. Thankfully most of the time I don’t need much of a wardrobe.” She teased. She waved her hands and the ice seemed to build in crackles if ice before seeming to turn into fabric.
She wore a deep blue cocktail dress and clear almost crystal like stilettos. “You think this works?” She asked, Her brown hair turned into a curly and loose tousled look. A piece of hair fell inti her face.
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