BULLET.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑.

I don't think I've ever stayed a nicer place. When the driver said it was a nice hotel, I thought it was 'nice'. Not 'I-make-a-million-dollars-a-year-and-can-do-what-I-please' nice. We thought we were at the wrong hotel when we pulled up, but the receptionists assured us it was right and checked us into our room.

"Olivia. There are two shower cabinets in this bathroom, two." I, myself was in awe of the view. And everything was almost in walking distance.

"Hey, Freya? Where d'you wanna go eat?" I asked, arms crossed, still staring at the water right outside our window.

"Actually, I follow this restaurant on Instagram and I promised my dad we'd eat there a night we're here- Do you want to go there?" She asked from the bathroom. I looked back and nodded. I had no other ideas anyway.

"Sure. Is it casual or fancy or?" I asked, putting my suitcase on my bed and zipping it open.

"I have no idea, so I'm changing into fancier everyday clothes if that makes sense." I nodded at her and pulled out a pair of dark blue flared jeans and a green, tight, thin knit, with a little bit of my cleavage showing. I quickly touched up my makeup and lightly curled my hair. Then I put on my McQueens and I was ready to go. Freya was ready at around the same as I was.

We went to the nearest metro station and asked for directions to the restaurant. Soon enough we were walking up to a place by the name Olli. It had a few "fancy" benches outside, and was decorated so that you already picked up the vibe of the place before you'd even gone in.

I opened the door, and the smell of food hit my nostrils. Good food.

A waitress approached us a few seconds after walking in. She started speaking swedish, so Freya and I got confused quite quickly and had to explain that even though we were from Denmark, we didn't understand a word of swedish, let alone speak it.

She guided us to a table in the back of the restaurant. It was quite cozy, it gave off the vibes of an Italian restaurant, but it was still modest and minimalistic.

We got the menu's and my eyes widened at the prices. I leaned over the table, so I wouldn't be speaking loudly.

"Out of all the places you could have chosen to go, you choose the most expensive place- I can't afford this?" That's when Freya smirked at me and pulled out a black plastic credit card.

"Then it's a good thing my dad is paying and we aren't." I sighed and put a hand on my heart to feel my heartbeat. I have all the love in the world for Freya's dad right now.

We decided to go with the pasta with salsiccia for both of us. Freya ordered a coke, and I ordered a water.

We looked around the restaurant. Everyone were chattering with their friends, families and whatnot. Shortly after we arrived at Olli, we noticed it filling up pretty fast. We spoke to the waitress about it, and she said that we'd been lucky and got the last table that wasn't reserved. That left us feeling pretty exclusive. People were mostly dressed up, when they walked in here, but that might just be because it's a Friday and the weekend has begun.

Our food arrived after about 30 minutes, and to say that I haven't put anything in my mouth as good as that, was an understatement. The pasta was al-dente and the sausage was cooked to perfection. No, I will rephrase my statement; It is the greatest thing I have ever put in my mouth.

"This is so good." Freya and I said in unison as we took our first bite. We laughed about it and kept talking about school, life and everything in between.

Then it started getting hot. Rather sweaty, actually. And I get hot flashes. My face flares up, and you might as well just take me to the market and sell me as a tomato. Reya has seen it many times, so she knows it's normal for me to get them when we're someplace where it might get hot, such as a restaurant.

Unfortunately for me, I had already finished my water and I didn't feel like ordering another one was a successful option. So I went outside.

"Freya, I'm just going to go outside for a second, okay?" I said and yanked my chair out from beneath me.

"Hot flashes?" She asked, and I nodded, fleeing towards the door with my bag and coat. I pushed it open, and quickly exhaled into the fresh air. I felt like I was being strangulated. It was bad. Arguably the worst round of hot flashes I've had. I looked around for the benches I saw earlier, but failed to remember the step down from the entrance, so I face planted onto the ground. Looking from the inside and out, some people might have thought me to be drunk, so I got up to prevent that from happening. I put my hand on my neck and felt how it was quickly flaring up and getting red. Maybe I should have taken that water.

After what felt like forever, but in reality was about 30 seconds, I sat down on the bench with my head between my legs. My arms were loosely hanging off of my knees. Suddenly I felt footsteps coming closer. Then a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to discover a guy, a rather handsome guy, actually, standing there with a coat and a glass of water. Stranger danger.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" He asked, squatting down so our heads were leveled.

I were taking deep breaths and gathering courage to speak. Nothing. Nothing but a stutter. Remind me to slap myself when we get home.

"W-water." I said, and he handed me the glass. I took a swig of it, then I inhaled. Inhale, exhale, drink. Repeat. When I was finished, I put the glass on the bench next to me. The guy got up as well, and sat beside me. He lifted his coat, as if he wanted to show it to me.

"I noticed you getting sick in there, and I thought you might be cold out here, but then I heard you say you have hot flashes, so it might not be of any help," He stared down on the ground.

"I grew up around a lot of women, so the only thing I knew to do was to bring you some water."

I nodded at him appreciatively. "Thanks."

We both sat in silence.

"How'd you.."

"I wasn't staring or any.."

We cut off each other and I chuckled.

"You have a nice laugh." He said, which made me smile. What a polite guy.

"Thanks, again. How'd you notice me, though?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Ah.. I, uh.. You looked nice. And you're kind of underdressed for this place, which makes me think you haven't been here before or you have never heard of it." He gave me elevator eyes and I pretended I was offended.

"Well, now that makes me feel a tad bit special." I said, getting up and walking and spinning around. He raised his arms up into the air.

"Who's to say you aren't, Danish girl?" I stared at him in question.

"Stalker much, Swedish stranger?" He got up too, and put his hands in his pockets, taking a few steps in my direction.

He stuck his hand out for me to take. At first I didn't get it, so I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before noticing.

"I'm Benjamin." I shook his hand.

"Olivia. Nice to meet you."

"Are you up for a walk?" He asked me.

"Aren't your friends going to be expecting you back?" I responded but he shook his head.

"They're big boys. This is just retaliation for the times they've left me when we've been out."

"Let's go, then." I said and locked arms with him.