Late Night Out

*1:30am*

1:30am

The gimmicky 'we're a couple so let us get the free pass through' act. One of the oldest tricks in the book, but in many cases shockingly effective. Bless all the gooey romantics employed at these hot tourism locations.

Don't get me wrong, with Quinn pulling a fast one like that without my consent, it would be no surprise if I had a look of confusion nestled on to my face. I know we've only known each other for less than twenty four hours, but if we are to run into more situations evolving trickery to get into these types of establishments, we need to communicate. At the very least come up with some kind of signal or code word to warn the other they need play along with the story line that's about to be spun.

Then again, him taking the reins so effortlessly made me question his intentions. Of course I wanted to be the worth while tour guide and take him to visit the highlights of the city, but I didn't think he'd be so forward thinking. Jumping right into the game. As a student here I only held intentions of studying. Meaning I didn't spending the majority of my time being mesmerized by what the settlement had to offer. I didn't pay to go in and see the Empire State building or go on the ferry ride to the island where the Statue of Liberty stood tall and proud holding her torch up to the sky in triumph.

Standing a few feet from the door now, I wondered whether I chose to tackle pulling an all-nighter for this man who held me firm against his hip or the one that was adjoined unexpectedly.

The bell hop - whose polished name tag reveals his name as Pedro - gives us a sympathetic look and says, "I really do wish I could make an exception -"

Before he gets to reiterate his condolences for the poor couple that ran a few minutes late, my loving 'boyfriend' plants a hand on his shoulder that is sharpened by the seams of his jacket.

"My apologies for interrupting good sir, but may I have a quick word with you. It's urgent." Quinn whispers the last part as if trying to keep something from me.

Inviting the man towards the block like, exterior roof extending over top of the door stretching the full length of the forefront, he glances back at me and shoots me an impromptu smile. "Be one minute, gorgeous." He calls to me adding the affectionate nickname tailing at the end of his sentence.

I nod my head and he turns back guiding the red suited man out of earshot. You don't understand how badly I wanted to laugh, but I choked it down for the sake of the kick-ass performance we were putting on.

This little discussion better tip the odds in our favor, Mr. Sebon.

Busying myself with monitoring what I could see of Fifth Avenue. Nothing I hadn't seen before. The saddening reminder that New York was a place jam packed with every street lined tightly with a row of shops, business locations, restaurants, etc. If you were born an raised in this state, you grew up next to the bustle of the top banking district, the car horns of traffic, all sealed in a man made environment.

One to two minutes later, or what felt like five minutes to me, I turned around with arms crossed expressing my impatience. I catch the employees final gesture with his hands pointing towards me, encouraging Quinn to give me the final verdict.

He grins in jubilation as he hurries back from under the makeshift canopy.

"Come on, we've got our pass through." He wraps me into his side and escorts me through towards the front doors.

I crane my head up and position my mouth near his ear. From behind it looks as if I'm whispering sweet nothings to him or placing a quick peck on his cheek. Quickly I whisper, "what did you say to separate us from every other 'couple'?"