Dear Rory,
I'm sorry about what I said.
I'm leaving for LA in two days.
Can we talk before then, please?
We can just drive around as usual.
I don't know how to do this if
you're upset with me.
Call me please. I'm staying at my
parents' house...
i think some of you guys manifested this chapter 👀
guess the trope ... 👀
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Dear Rory, This is probably the best month of my life. Tour is officially over but I got to perform in 6 different cities in Asia. I also completed my new album. And I'm adopting a second cat as soon as I'm back in New York. I'm naming her Olivia Benson. Yes... after the character. Don't judge me. Love, Taylor
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"I totally won that last round!" Taylor exclaims while getting her bag out of the car. She throws the keys my way and I catch them in midair, locking up once we've got everything out.
"You did not! You cheated," I retaliate while walking up the steps to the small Inn.
"How could I have cheated? It's impossible to cheat at that game!"
"I don't know. They're your rules. You could have totally cheated," I shoot back, holding the door open with my foot but Taylor reaches for it and I smile at her gratefully as I step inside where it's much warmer. The temperature has dropped considerably now that the sun has set. "I'm gonna check in and see if they have any extra rooms available or something."
"Alrighty. I'm gonna see if there are any good places around to have dinner," Taylor tells me, sitting down on the couches in the lobby. It's nice, small, and cozy, and I've been staying here for the past decade any time I drive back home. It's cheap and convenient and as far as I can tell, clean.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't have any other rooms available," the young man at the front desk tells me.
"Nothing with two beds?" I ask, smiling hopefully at him but he looks quite grim as he types on his computer.
"I'm sorry. We're fully booked tonight. What we can do, though, is bring up a cot to your room. Would that work?"
I glance back at Taylor only to find her standing by the window, staring intently outside, while talking on the phone.
"Yeah, I suppose we can try that. Thank you. I appreciate it," I smile at him politely and accept the key to the room.
"I'll have the concierge bring up your luggage in a minute along with the cot. Is that all you have with you?" He asks, pointing at my bag.
"Oh, there's no need. It's just the one bag. Just the cot will do. Thank you!" I tell him and take a step back, waiting by the stairs for Taylor to be done with her call.
When she turns around, her eyebrows are furrowed, creating deep grooves in her forehead and worry lines by her mouth, her lips pursed.
She ends the call and walks over to me, her mood soured.
