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Stevie woke up about an hour before they made it to their destination. She watched as white buildings and blue sky flew by, and a big sign caught her eye.

WELCOME TO GREECE-ΚΑΛΩΣ ΗΡΘΕΣ ΣΤΗΝ ΕΛΛΑΔΑ

They made it to their quaint, but pretty hotel. Stevie hopped off the bus eagerly, having not stretched her legs since they got off the ferry.

The white hotel had window flower pots sprouting beautiful flowers of all colours and sorts. Stevie sprinted into the hotel and practically flung herself into her room.

She changed into a black and pink floral, off the shoulder top, high-waisted white skirt, rose gold metal belt and rose gold, leather, gladiator flat sandals. She paired the outfit with a black and gold purse. As she waited in the lobby for James, she fiddled with her engraved necklace. James bounded down the stairs with a Hawaiian tourist shirt, dark blue shorts and flip flops. He wore a light jacket, that was tied around his waist at the moment. His camera was hung around his neck as usual and Stevie couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Nice necklace, where'd you get it?" James nodded towards her necklace.

"Oh you know, just AA."

"Alcoholics Anonymous?" James asked curiously, wanting to know more.

"Yeah, let's go outside. I'll tell you there."

The two of them walked out, and Stevie took a deep breath in, "So, I was an alcoholic. Drank a lot. Partied a lot. Got kicked out of Uni. Got kicked out of my dad's place. My mom was too busy to take me in. I ended up living with my sister. I'm still looking for my own place, but I'll probably have to find it soon. My sister probably wants privacy and freedom. Now I'm here in Greece trying to be a writer. This necklace is my one year sobriety chip on a chain. I stopped attending the meetings after I got this chip. Haven't touched a bottle since."

James nodded thoughtfully.

Stevie ducked her head, wanting to change the subject. James took the hint, "You're twenty-three right?"

"Yeah."

"Canada's legal drinking age is 18, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool."

"Cool."

James sucked in a breath, "We're not teenagers anymore."

"I realize that."

"You're twenty-one, I'm twenty-three."

"Yep."

"So, I'm not gonna act like a little high schooler with a secret. Here it goes. Shit, am I really doing this? I kinda maybe like you. Ah fuck, I did do that. Crap, crap, crap. God, I sound like a fucking three year old."

"Like as in friends or like more than friends?" Stevie asked calmly.

Surprised by her calm demeanour, James hesitated, "More than friends?"

"Okay, but how? We've only known each other for less than week."

"I know, but after our fight -er, argument- in Italy, I realized how much I wanted you to forgive me. That's all I could think about that entire afternoon and night. Then, I kind of realized I wanted to go on a date with you. It's like attraction at fifth sight."

"So, a date?"

"Today will be a date," James confirmed.

"Sounds good. And James?"