Faith in Us

4.

When the plane landed, Robert waked off with antony; appreciating the help in finding his luggage; and when it was time to depart Antony happily gave Robert his number so they could keep in contact. "Goodbye Robert" Antony smiled sweetly, waving goodbye as he climbed into his taxi and was taken away; leaving Robert alone on the sidewalk. Robert took in a breath, feeling his nerves grown.

Robert gripped his baggage tightly before lowering his eyes to the ground. Robert bit his lip, wondering if he should give Chris a ring; but then changed his mind. Robert would simply catch a taxi and go to the hotel; then he would set his shit down and talk to chris. Robert had no interest in talking with any other members of the cure- in fact he wanted to distance himself from them.

So that's what Robert did, the first taxi he saw- he hailed it down and told them where he needed to go. Robert then sat quietly in the taxi, watching the cold grey buildings fly past them as the driver went on his way. "Say- you look familiar... are you in some kind of band?" the driver asked suddenly, peering as Robert through the rear view mirror. Robert glanced up before nodding his head, "uh- i am... im- uh... I'm Robert Smith, I sing for the cure, ''Robert said, rubbing his neck.

"Ooh! Yeah, my daughter listens to your band! She's a big fan, too bad she isn't here then hm?" the driver said in a light toned manner, grinning at robert. "Oh, is she?" Robert said, offering a small smile. "Ooh yeah- say, if you don't mind... would you care if i got you to sign something for me?" the driver said, slowing down and parking in front of the hotel the cure was staying at. "It's my daughter's birthday card- she'd lose her mind if it was signed by you" the driver said, offering Robert a pen and a silly little pink card for him to sign.

Robert gave a weak chuckle before taking the card. "Sure, I'll sign it." Robert said, chewing his lip as he quickly scribbled down a small note and then signed his name. Robert hummed thoughtfully before kissing the card right where his name was, staining the card red with his lipstick. "There, she'll believe it now.'' Robert said, handing the card back before pulling out his wallet.

"And here's the trouble." Robert said, tipping the driver well before climbing out. "Thank you mr. smith! You have a wonderful afternoon!" The driver called happily as Robert climbed out of the taxi car with his things. "Thank you again." Robert said, waving as the car pulled away. Robert sighed, standing there for only a moment before he turned on his heel and walked into the hotel.

Robert glanced around, seeing the fancy lighting and feeling intimidated once more. Robert set his jaw, approaching the front desk until he heard his name being called suddenly. "Robert! Thank god- i was getting worried that you bailed last minute" chris called, walking towards robert from the lift he just so happened to be getting out of. Robert pursed his lips, his body language screaming uncomfortable. Robert was glad that it was only Chris, he was lucky for now.

"Hi.. chris.'' Robert mumbled, turning his eyes away from Chris, who now stood in front of him. "How was the flight?" Chris asked, trying his best to be pleasant- he had been worried about robert. He just up and left without saying anything; Chris thought Robert had died or something.

Robert cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "...exhausting. I'm quite tired... uh- can we continue this conversation in the rooms?" Robert asked quickly, not going into too much detail about his flight. Robert would die of shame if anyone found out about his secret affinity for dicks in his ass. Just the thought of telling someone made Robert's skin crawl.

Chris blinked before nodding his head, "yeah- sorry i didn't think about that... let's go back up; i even made the rooming situation to where you are alone- since i guessed you probably didn't want to room with anyone after what happened at the bar.." chris said, eyeing robert.