After ✔

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Updating from Dubai Airport :D

"Where's Nate gone too anyways?" I ask as Dani emerges from the bathroom, dressed in clean, warm clothes. His hair is damp though, and he passes me a knowing look.

"Where do you think?"

I do have a few places in mind, and for someone who has never been to NewYork before, let alonr America, Nate sure is quick to navigate.

I make space for him on the couch, but he first goes to the fridge and grabs himself a bottle of whisky.

"Really?"

"What?" He shrugs. "It's supposed to give you warmth."

"Give you warmth?" I ask.

"Provide warmth. Whatever. In case you haven't noticed, English isn't my first language."

"I wasn't making fun of your grammar!" I call out, but he's hardly listening anymore. 

He pours himself a glass and chugs it down. Then he pours himself another.

At this rate, he was going to get drunk in no time. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" I ask.

"Sí." He replies. "Have any good ones in mind?"

He comes over to the couch, bottle in hand and all, and drops down next to me with his feet on the coffee table.

I shake my hair just like he did in the car, and droplets fall everywhere. I'm wearing one of his old sweatshirts that he was oh-so-kind to lent to me, and my tights that have already dried. 

He groans. "Why do you have to be so--"

"Annoying?" I say, flipping my hair mockingly.

He mutters something in Spanish which I don't catch. But I still pretend I understand.

"Hey, I know Spanish too." I narrow my eyes. 

"Really?" He asks sarcastically.

"Yeah, you gave me Spanish lessons."

"I must be a pretty bad teacher then."

I knock his feet off the table with the remote. Before they can reach the ground, he simply lifts them back up again.

"You just insulted yourself, so there."

"You're being such a child."

"Well you're being a toddler."

He sighs and eyes the remote. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything." I shrug. "As long as it's not in Spanish."

"What do you have against Spain?"

Boy, there we go again.

"If I held a grudge against your country, I wouldn't be living in it."

"You were living with my mother." He says exasperately.

"In Spain." I reply, shaking my head. "Where's this conversation leading to anyways?"

He opens the bottle and takes another chug at it. "No idea. Movie?"

Was he asking me for my suggestion?

I gave it anyways. 

"Legally Blonde." I smile. 

He makes a face. "No." He dead-pannes.