A/N: Hi!! I don't have much to say except enjoy :)
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Whistler, British Columbia
First Person POV
I leant back in the chair, spinning around twice before stopping at the ring of a phone. I took a quick look around the lobby, making sure there were no witnesses to what I was about to do.
The phone continues to ring and I reason that the only way for it to stop is for me to answer it. "Hello, can I take a message?" I said into the receiver. I toyed with the coiled wire and watched the elevator bank nervously.
I thought it odd that a ski lodge was open during the summer but pushed it aside.
"Now what room number-" I began to say but was interrupted by the snap of someone's fingers. I scrunched up my face and hung up, my movements slow and cautious.
I met the eyes of the person who snapped with a turn of the chair, and my shoulders slumped forward at their familiarity.
"You couldn't have given me five more minutes?" I asked my best friend, getting up from my place behind the concierge desk. He motioned for me to follow him and I begrudgingly complied.
"First I come down to find you rearranging all the furniture, and now you're answering the phone. You're going to get me in trouble," he said, walking at an incredibly fast pace. I trailed a few feet behind him, looking up at the high vaulted ceilings. I was still in awe about being surrounded by wood and glass entirely. I was almost sad to leave such a nicely built lodge.
I continued to admire the space as we passed potted plants and expensive seating. "Oh! I know a painting that would look perfect there." I pointed to a blank wall excitedly. "And there's this lamp that I saw at a market . . . It would've looked great on that table." I pointed to a small side table as we walked by it.
"Pick up the pace, Hope," he said, still a few feet ahead of me.
"Oh, cmon. Your strides are twice as long as mine." I passed yet another blank wall as we rounded a corner and it took everything in me to not get side tracked again.
I felt an itch in my throat so I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a halls hard candy.
"Where are we going now?" I asked him, popping the flavoured square into my mouth. I tried my best to keep up as we reached the entrance doors.
Wordlessly, he held it open, waiting for me to go first. "Well would you look at that, even pissed off you're still a gentleman."
"The bar down the street," he replied, ignoring my comment.
The sun beat down on our backs the moment we stepped out, the summer heat fast approaching. The asphalt was hot and I felt it through my sneakers.
I stopped short when what he said registered. He paused a second later. "That doesn't sound fun." I absentmindedly fidgeted with the wrapper.
He gave me a dry look, slinging his arm over my shoulder, pushing me towards said bar.
"That sounds like a waste of time." I looked down at the words printed on the wrapper.
Don't waste a precious minute.
With a grin, I looked up and added, "Sounds like a waste of precious minutes."
"Hope," he said, sounding like a parent about to scold their child.
"Brian," I said, mirroring his tone.
