Maria woke up early the next morning. She sat up, finding paint dried on her fingers and smudged on her cheek. It was realy paint this time. She sighed and walked over to the canvas she'd painted on last night. She felt like she was hung over or something. She got up out of her bed and she ran har fingers through her hair. She needed a shower. Maria grabbed some clothes out of her suit case before she yawned and opened her door.
Suddenly George tumbled half way into her room. "George?" She asked kneeling down next to him. "What are you still doing here?" George sat up a bit and groaned. She stood up and grabbed his arm. He stood up, still half asleep, and Maria led him to her bed. He didn't bother speaking to her. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep curled up with her pillow.
Maria left the room and she went into the bathroom. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Maria took off her dirty clothes from the day before and stepped into the shower. She sighed as the warm water washed over her soothingly. She washed her hair and then rest of her before she figured she was clean enough and shut off the water. She sighed and wrapped a towel around her to dry off. She wondered what George was doing. She also wondered why he'd slept outside her door. Maria put on a clean pair of shorts and a purple long sleeved t shirt before she went back to her room. George was still passed out asleep. He must have been exhausted. Maria grabbed a hair brush before she left George alone again. It took about ten minutes to get all the tangles out of her long hair. She'd been considering getting a haircut, but she liked her hair and she couldn't seem to make up her mind long enough to do it.
When she'd finished brushing her hair she went looking for breakfast. Obviously there wasn't anything to eat. She sighed and walked to Weslyn's door. She knocked and turned the knob. "Weslyn, do you want anything to eat? I'm going out to get something and-" Maria stopped short. Weslyn wasn't there. She frowned and shut the door back. "Strange. . .Alright I'll just get something for George and me then. . ." She picked up her wallet and she got out some cash before she shoved it on her pocket and left the suite. She hurried down to the lobby and she walked down the street, hoping to get back before George woke up.
She went to a cafe across the street and she got two coffees and a chocolate doughnut and a banana nut muffin before she ran back across the street. She didn't think she'd taken very long.
When she got back, She set the brown paper bag of food on the table and she walked to her room. She knocked on the door, "George? Are you hungry? I got some breakfast. Um, Wes and Paul are out I think. They aren't here." She sighed and leaned against the door frame, "Anyway, if you want it, I got you some breakfast." She moved away from the door and sat down at the table. She sighed and drank her coffee before she picked up a napkin that Weslyn had written on. She laughed and shook her head as she picked up the pencil on the table and started to draw on the back. She closed her eyes and she let her mind go. She tried not to think about George, but that's all her mind would do. The way he smiled at her, the way he'd kissed her yesterday, the way he just sat there last night without saying a word about how hungry he was.
Maria opened her eyes and she started to draw his face. She was nearly finished when George came out of her room. He rubbed his face and sat down across from her.
"Hey," He said hesitantly. Maria poked the brown paper bag until it was in front of him, "What's that?"
"A doughnut and a muffin." Maria said shyly, "I got breakfast while you were alseep, but I didn't know which you'd like to have." George nodded and took out both. "I also got you coffee, but it's cold by now." She pushed the cold cup toward him and he shook his head.
"I don't drink coffee." He said, "Don't like the taste of it." Maria smiled and shrugged. "Which of these do you want?" Maria shrugged and George cut both of them in half. He gave her a half of the doughnut and a half of the muffin, "We'll just split them then." Maria took her breakfast and she ate them quietly.
George ate his as well. Maria noticed he looked tired. "Are you OK?" She asked him, "I mean you look like you haven't slept in days." George chuckled and nodded.
"It feels that way." He sighed, "Working the way we do, we don't get much time to sleep."
"Don't you have someplace to be today?" Maria asked raising her eyebrows. George shrugged.
"Apparently not. Paul would have woken me up." George said. Maria thought about finding him outside her door earlier and she looked at the crumbs on the table from her breakfast.
"George?" She said shyly. George hummed back at her as he touched the crumbs in front of him, "I didn't mean to. . .Why'd you sleep outside my door?" She looked up, unable to apologize to him just yet.
"Because. . ." George blushed and grinned at her, "I thought if I waited long enough you'd come back out." Maria blushed back and she couldn't seem to look at him anymore.
"You didn't have to." She whispered, "I'm. . .My sketchbook is personal, and I just didn't. . ."
George shook his head and smiled at her, "Nah, I know. I'm sorry." He said standing up, "I shouldn't have looked at it."
"I thought maybe you'd think I was strange, or weird, for drawing you so much," Maria looked at her hands in her lap. George sat down in the chair next to her.
"I think your art is marvelous, Maria." He said making her look up at him, "It doesn't matter who it is you draw. How do you remember every detail?" Maria smiled and moved close to his ear.
"It's a secret." She whispered. George laughed and he put his hands against her face and pulled her to kiss her. She still didn't kiss him back.
He pulled back and he brushed her hair off her face, "What's wrong?" he asked with huff. She shook her head and kissed his cheek.
"Nothing," She said before she stood up and cleared off the crumbs from the table. She threw them out with her empty coffee cup as George got up and followed her into the kitchen area.
"There is something," He said taking her hand, "I can tell. Please tell me. Maria I'm sorry about looking at your book. Really I am." Maria truned to face him.
"The secret is I have a photographic memory." She said slowly. "I can remember anything I see. That's why my drawings are so good." George rolled his eyes.
"And it has nothing to with talent." He said raising his eyebrows. Maria shrugged and she stepped toward him.
"I'm scared of talent." she said pursing her lips. George didn't know what she meant, but he didn't have time to ask her. She stood up on her toes and kissed him. George kissed her back and he put his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He ran his fingers through her long hair and Maria sighed into him as her fingers gripped onto his shirt by his sides.
When they broke apart, Maria had to take in a deep breath. George chuckled and he pecked her lips again.
That was when Paul and Weslyn came back. The door was shoved open and they were laughing until they got a good look at George and Maria.
"Oh, gosh, sorry. . ." Weslyn said turning a bit red. Paul smirked and George stepped back from Maria.
"I told you they'd come round, Wes." He said taking her hand and pulling her to the couch. They sat down and Maria felt her blush returning. George kissed her nose before he went to sit on the couch with Paul and Weslyn. Maria leaned against the counter and sighed. She smiled to herself.
This morning was a good one.
