"Hello?" Sholeh called, knocking on the door to Evan's hotel room. Well, she was pretty sure it was his room. She'd double-checked the room number against the number he'd given her three times (was it still only double-checking at that point?), but she was going to remain just the tiniest bit anxious until he opened the door. It felt very weird to be looking for her boyfriend's hotel room and she wasn't sure she could face a stranger who would assume that she was here for...
Yeah. That would be bad. Or, at least, humiliating.
She wasn't there for that. She was just...it had been very nice to cuddle with Evan all through break. And now, coming back to the island where people didn't stay the same from one day to the next (Dr. Lecter? Cecil? Sparkle had parents?), a little bit of comfort cuddling went a long way.
=Though, just saying, since you're here already...=
::Triple stars, Zeela!:: Sholeh wailed. ::Why would you even say that?::
=Because we're seventeen and I know what you think when Evan's shirt is off.=
When Evan opened his door, he would find a very bright red Sholeh, shoving a heavily-decorated cake at him and looking like she was about to bolt.
[For one, please!]
- Arms Hotel, Weds Evening