New York is not the place I had in mind when he said he is bringing me with him. Coming from a country town, this is the least place that I expected to be. I don’t want to be near a busy and crowded place.
One presidential suite with two bedroom in a baroque style.
I calm at the thought of sleeping in one room with a man, a stranger for me at least.
“How much does this suite cost you?” I asked curiously as I look up to the details of the columns.
“Like those things bothers you?” He ask back. Taking off his black leather jacket and throw it on the couch.
“Are you rich? You can afford this much?” I didn’t mind what he just said. This is one of a kind hotel. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful and complex designs of each corner of the room.
“The artist in you will never let this off the hook. Right?” He said. Smiling as he push open one of the room.
The artist in me?
“Did you just smile?” I ask. Trying to make him more comfortable so he will took that grumpy face he always wear.
“I’ll use this room, you can use the other one. What do you want to have for dinner?” He ask before standing at the doorway.
“Burger and fries will do.” I answered bluntly.
“What? Did I hear that correctly?” Sounded cranky.
“Yes…that’s what I said. You can have anything you want, but I’m okay with that.” I explain.
He walk toward me and look me in the eyes.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” I asks.
His hand reach my cheek and I flinch. He sigh in defeat and pull back his hand. He turn around.
“Go ahead, order your food. I’m not hungry anymore.” Then he left and close the door.
I was left wondering again what I said that take his mood off.
Well maybe he is just really tired.( Read more...Collapse )