{Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars} ~ 𝘉.o.B
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Alex POV:
After having had some bad dinner, although I have to admit that lasagna was delicious, and that our conversation was practically non-existent, we arrived at the hotel where we were staying for the next two nights. I mean, I'd finally stop looking at this idiot's face until at least the next morning.
Once we get out of the car, Kenan takes both bags again and heads to the reception area, does this guy know I can carry my suitcase? I mean, I don't complain, but I can take it on my own, I don't need anyone to do it for me.
While he's talking to the receptionist, I devote myself to paying no attention and instead amaze myself with the decoration of this place, the walls are of a dark color and the paintings in these are simply beautiful and make this place look even more luxurious than it already is, And not to mention the statues that are distributed throughout the room, which, by the way, I don't even plan to approach, I don't think I owe Kenan any more favors, knowing what might be next.
Although I'm immersed in my world, I can't help but notice the way they two talk and look, was him flirting with the receptionist in front of me?
I guess this is my time to intervene, I mean, since I've had to come here and have had such a shady time on the plane, the least I deserve to have a good time, right?
– You told me you wouldn't be long. – I complain in such a way that the two turn to see me somewhat confused as I had not intervened at any time during the entire conversation.
– Oh, is she your sister?– ask with a false smile.
– I'm his girlfriend. – I answer with the same fake smile and then keep talking. – And it's not for interrupting your conversation, but could you hurry up a little bit? – at this point I can't help smiling with malice.
– Sure. – answers something embarrassed and I notice how Kenan looks at me with his particular ass face, but I don't care enough.
– You know? – I keep talking. – When we were on the plane, he promised me that tonight will make me feel everything that comes out of the book i was reading. – I can see how Kenan wants to intervene, but I won't let him do it anymore. – It was one of those romance books where a lot of things happen, isn't it wonderful? I can't wait for you to give us the key of the room. – I couldn't stop talking at this point. – I just hope I don't bother the neighbors too much. He loves it to be loud. – I add the latter with innocence.
– This... – starts to say something embarrassed and I have to endure the urge to laugh. – Here are the keys.
Kenan picks them up in a bad mood and without even waiting for me, he's headed for the elevator.
