After minutes of running through crowds and chasing after Pierre, we arrive onto a street. We both turn and run up the street for a good 10 minutes before Pierre stops I front of a hotel. Or should I say resort.
He motions for me to follow him through the entrance doors, and I do, looking around the grande hotel I awe. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors and countless figurines and decorations greet me as we walk to the front desk.
"Hello." Pierre says to the man behind the counter.
"Hallå. May I help you with anything?" He replies.
"Uh, yes. Do you have any rooms for two open?"
The man checks his computer. "Ja. One room, $110 for one night."
"$20." Pierre counters.
"Nej. $110 or nothing."
Pierre and the man argue in fluent Swedish before the man finally gives in and hands us a key.
"Come on," Pierre says, already walking up the marble staircase.
I quickly follow him until we get into a hotel room.
I stop breathing when I see it. It's about 8 times the size of my old room. The tiles are a creamy marble that I can see my own reflection in. There are two double beds across from each other with thick blankets made of fleece on top of satin sheets. A table and two chairs with a few ornaments are also in the room. A balcony sits at the other side.
"Are you alright?" Pierre asks.
I have to control my breathing again. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, sitting on a bed.
"Goodnight," I say as Pierre lies down as well.
I pull the covers over my shivering body. "Goodnight."
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