"You brought your camera." Aaron pointed making me look down at my chest.
"Yeah.. Is that okay? I kinda never leave home without it."
"That's awesome, but it means tonight I had to take you to some of my favourite places. You know that right?" He asked.
I smiled "That would be great."
"Let's get going then." He smiled taking my hand as we weaved through the crowd. Thankfully he was walking a step ahead and wasn't able to see my face flushed.
"I used to work there as a waiter." Aaron pointed to the Harley Davidson cafe.
"You were a waiter?" I asked.
"Hell yeah, had to put my big hands to some use right?" He laughed.
"So what made you become a paranormal investigator?" I asked.
"My friend needed help, at the time we were tight so I dropped everything and went to his aid."
"You're a good friend."
"He wasn't." He replied, I sensed a tone and dropped the subject as we headed towards a carpark.
"Please tell me this doesn't have elevators?"
He chuckled "You still worried?"
"Yeah, don't tell me you aren't?"
He shook his head "I used the elevator the next day."
My eyes widened "I haven't used one since. I'm such a chicken shit."
"Well this is one of the highest ones in Vegas. The views are amazing so if you trust me.." He lead.
"You're gonna make me go on an elevator aren't you?"
His grin said it all as we entered the car park and called the elevator.
"I've got no food this time, so be prepared. If I get stuck and get hungry. I'll eat you." I joked.
"Sounds good to me."
It took a few attempts before I was officially back in an elevator again and that was only because Aaron had dragged me on not giving me a chance to chicken out again.
This time however the elevator pinged on the right floor and we stepped off onto a roof top.
"Woah." I whispered looking around at the thousands of lights used in Vegas.
"Come on." He grinned pulling me across the rooftop of the carpark and to the corner.
The wind was strong as it tossed up my hair and flicked around wildly. "It's really windy!" I laughed trying to tame it.
Aaron craned his head up at the sky and smiled "The storm is coming in, come on.."
I followed him as he raced over to a car and unlocked it. I guess it was his car then.
Opening the trunk he gave me a side smile before pulling out cameras and tripods.
"Whoa dude how much do you carry?!" I asked.
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Fanfiction"-No offence. But I thought with a last name of Goodwin? You'd have nothing but good luck." He scoffed and looked down at his phone. "You have no idea.." ---------**--------- Aspiring photographer, Luna Kasper Clarke moved to America to follow her...