The pair landed at the airport--as soon as they stepped out, staffs in crisp, buttoned up attire swiftly arrived--they took their luggage's. The couple stood right outside the port. They dressed casual enough to not give away themselves. Nur wore a black hoodie that hugged his frame not too different from the grey hoodie that she wore. His hair slightly tousled as Ayse gazed at him, a single strand of her escaped by the gust of wind.
The city of Cappadocia seemed serene, the sky was painted in a dark shade of blue as the lights from the billboards and apartments glimmered.
Ayse's eyes wandered around--though hearing the conversation to her right, she snapped to it.
Nur talked away with his phone--under the Cappadocian street lights, his chiseled jaw seemed to relax. She watched as his lips curled further, he arched his head back and laughed freely.
A soft giggle could be heard from the other end; her heart clenched* it was undeniably feminine. it was probably the same women. Her mind went back to the call log--yet she brushed it off.
"Why did it even matter?" her eyes fell*
"Our marriage is merely a contract" his words rung. Yet even then he could have talked elsewhere. her lips quivered unknowingly, at least not Infront of her.
Nur then murmured something as he looked his front, seeing their ride arriving. His eyes flickered Ayse,
"let's go"... She gave him a slight nod-her brown orbs then fell between their fronts--he was extending his hand for her to take.
Ayse gave him a glance, blue eyes locking with a pair of brown. "Come on... Ayse"... Hesitantly--she took it.
Like a stubborn puzzle he tried intertwining their fingers-though she just coldly held him, Nur's eyes fell then he swept it up to the car which now stood in front.
They both entered the 1980 Zaffiro--the driver greeted them and soon it drove under the glinting city.