I watched mesmerised by the lights of the city as the limousine drove by. Even at this hour, people were everywhere huddled together in trench-coats or smoking to keep themselves warm. It didn't stop the women from wearing short dresses either.
I watched as we finally arrived at a grand hotel and the inside definitely impressed me. With huge chandeliers and red carpet, pristine gold handles and rails, it looked elegant. Usually not my thing but something about it was good.
The elevator sent us right up to the top and I hopped out. Where were the bags? Did the driver send them up?
I placed my hands into my pockets as I followed Adrian walk to the far suite. He opened the door and stepped inside.
"Wait, where is my room?" I asked as he was about to shut the door. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head.
"You're sharing with me. Come on."
"What?"
"It's a surprise! Come inside!" he muttered, pulling me in. He couldn't be for real, could he? He took out his phone, typing away and muttering like a school kid.
"Yay, we can sleep together. We should paint our nails and do a slumber party."
"Eh," I said. Sometimes I got confused. Screw that. I constantly got confused between child Adrian and adult Adrian who grew up a few years.
"Are you serious?" I asked, realising that he was, in fact, serious by the way he was looking at me.
"Well, yes. I wanted to eat marshmallows and watch romance movies all night," he said, narrowing his eyes at me. For some reason, in that business suit, I couldn't take him seriously at all. A business man wanting to do that, hell, even I don't want to watch romance films.
"Um," I said, really not knowing what to say.
"Change into something comfortable. I'll go get the marshies and hot cakes!"
"Eh, Adr –" I winced as the door slammed as he walked out. I sighed, looking around the room. It was a posh room. Not a grand suit or something but still spacious and big.
Well, I guess I can eat Marshmallows. I was hungry. I kicked off my shoes, dropping my bag and placing my jacket on top of it. Me? Change? Yea, right. Who does that?
I walked over to the bar bridge. Finally. Please tell me there is food in there. I opened it and looked in. Are you serious?
This was perfect. I grabbed a handful of chocolate bars, a packet of chips, a yogurt tub and a banana, just to be healthy, and closed it the door. I changed my mind and grabbed a soft drink as well. All the alcohol looked a bit too much for me.
Rushing back to the bed, which technically meant I broke all my mother’s rules of no food in bed, I jumped in, kicked my socks off and ripped a packet of chips open. Salt and vinegar never tasted so good. Damn, I was really starving.
Half way through the packet and half way through some stupid movie, I got bored. Really bored. Where were the bloody marshmallows? Not to mention I was experiencing sugar rush. I kicked the wrapper to the ground and switched the lamp on. I snuggled under the covers to be comfortable as I watch the movie. It was near the end and I might as well finish it.
Warmth. And I would have welcomed it if I wasn't trying to sleep. But then realising it was probably Adrian, I was pissed. Did he bring my marshmallows? Hang on, why was he in my bed?
"If you don't take your hand away, I'll cut your balls off," I muttered against the pillow when I felt him move closer. He better have my marshmallows or else.
I heard a chuckle. What was so funny?
"I wouldn't do that if you want kids."
The voice. Did he get a cold? Serves him right for wetting my hair.
I opened my eyes, then blinked. I was still in the same room. My right eye twitched as I turned my head around, placing it again on the pillow. I found myself staring into the eyes that shone in the dark. Only one person I knew had those eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Eh, Adrian said –"
"Of course he did," he said, cutting me off and… Did he just roll his eyes?
"He always takes the suite, that greedy pig. I never knew he was bringing you along as well," said Darius, rolling over to his back and staring at the ceiling. Well, this was awkward. Did he not want me to come? Adrian said for me to come along. But something in his voice seemed like he was surprised, a good kind of surprise.
"Good. I can show you around Paris then."
"Um," I mumbled, closing my eyes, my brain not even trying to cooperate at the moment. I ignored the blood rush which tried to keep me awake. Just sleep.
"Aluminium?"
What? I wondered in my head. Couldn't he just leave a girl in peace?
"Aluminium," he said, his tone more stern. Whatever, go die. Okay, I was sleepy. Not a good thing to mess with a sleepy woman on her time of the month. She was moody. So, being the polite person I was, I groaned in response to tell him I heard him.
"Lithium."
I opened one eye to stare at him, seeing he was staring at me. What did he just call me?
"What?"
"I didn't say anything."
I narrowed my eyes at him, then closed my eyes again, sighing into the pillow. At least these smelled good.
"Aluminium."
After a few more seconds.
"Titanium."