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Mirabella
— July 18th, 2023. Between England & Hungary.
I glanced out of the airplane window, the jet's wings seeping through white, dividing apart clouds. Clicking the tip of my pen relentlessly, I readjusted the blanket over my legs.
"Can't concentrate?" Oscar asked.
I regarded him with a smile. The last ten days may as well have not existed at all; we had left it to the past, all for the better. Back to normal.
"No."
"What is it?" His eyes prompted to my notebook.
I glowered at him; of course I wouldn't tell.
"What's it about?" He rephrased with a smirk.
I glanced over his shoulder, gesturing to the seat behind him; Veronica. Discreetly, he peered over the chair.
He supplied, "She's alseep."
I bit my bottom lip, wondering if it was even worth bringing up that night again.
"When you picked me up from Kelly's." I explained. "And we..."
"Oh." He mouthed.
I giggled, my cheeks already filled with crimson.
"You can never resist yourself, can you?" I remarked.
He glared at me, meaning, you started it.
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We departed at the elevator of the hotel, finding our designated rooms; unlike in Montreal or Silverstone, we were given two different keys, almost on purpose, it seemed, Veronica grinning as she handed them to us.
"Don't get lost." I warned him.
Oscar chuckled, waving me off. Locating my room, I fiddled with the lock until it burst open. Decorated with pristine white walls and golden feathers, it appeared to have been swiped from the Roaring Twenties, each piece of furniture either velvet purple or - of course - orange. I dumped my suitcase near the central table, investigating each of the rooms; a balcony, a guest bathroom, a greeting chamber that led to the main bedroom.
I halted, examining the bed and its purple sheets. No second thought, I dug into my back pocket, revealing my phone.
"Hello?" Oscar answered, though his tone lacked any sense of surprise.
"Oscar." I said simply, unable to find the words.
Smugly: "Yes?"
Holding the phone to my ear, I stepped forward. On the bed sat a guitar, wrapped in a big red bow, and a post-it note, labelled -OP.
