I knocked on Chris' door around 11:50, I was twenty minutes late. I forgot my purse back at my hotel so, by the time I was half way to his hotel I had to go back. Lunch was on me after all. I stood in front of his door rocking back and forth between my heels and the balls of my feet. What was taking him so long? Once the door finally opened I was faced with a stranger. She had brown hair that was pulled in a tight french twist. She was wearing a business suit and her lips were painted red. She looked around fifty, with her grey hairs and pearls on her neck.

"Hi." I hesitated greeted trying to get a peek into the room. Where was Chris, and who was this lady?

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked politely.

"I'm just looking for Chris." I replied a little confused. "This is room 549 right?"

"No, this is room 459." Shit.

"I am so sorry! I'll ummm–I'm at the wrong room! I'll just–Have a nice day!" I exclaimed turning tomato red. I gave an awkward wave and I turned away flustered. I didn't even give her a chance to say bye, I just left. I quickly rushed to the elevator pushing the up button multiple times. I probably looked crazy. Once I was in the elevator, I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I'm so stupid. I laughed a little at my stupidity and shook my head.

This time I knocked on the right door and Chris opened it much to my relief.

"I'm so sorry I was late. I was almost on time. I was! I forgot my purse, then I knocked on the wrong door. It's been an eventful morning." I explained walking in and melting on his couch.

"How do you do this to yourself?"

"I don't know! I guess I just have a really scatter brain. Whitney tells me that all the time." Chris grabbed a hat and sunglasses and then I'm off again following him.

"What door did you knock on?"

"459's! The lady opened it, and I was trying to look in it to see if you were there. When I realized it was the wrong door, I left so fast she didn't even get a chance to say bye, or anything. I just left with a few awkward words. It was so embarrassing!" I groaned covering my face with my hands. Chris just laughed at my story, and so did I. His laugh almost made my embarrassment worth it.

"So what do you want for lunch?" I asked Chris as we got into my car.

"I bet there's a good barbecue restaurant around here."

"I'm always up for a barbecue m, I'm sure there's a good place near by." It only took a couple turns to find a barbecue restaurant. We walked inside and got seat quickly. We ordered our food and drinks when the waiter came by.

"What do you want to do, since this is like your last day of freedom?" I asked Chris

"I don't know. Hanging out with you sounds good to me." He answered leaning back into the chair that faced opposite to me. His gaze held mine before I looked somewhere else in the restaurant.

"Such the flatterer." I teased moving my head incase I was blushing.

After lunch we ended up heading towards a shopping center we originally thought of going to.

"I can't believe you didn't have to roll me out of that restaurant." I commented touching my stomach. We strolled down the sidewalks just simply window shopping and enjoying each others company.

"Let's s go in this shop" I pointed to a home decor shop.

"Okay, you redoing your house?"

"No, I just like looking at these things. I like decorating." Chris followed me inside the shop and we looked around. I found a couple paintings I liked and tried to picture them in my apartment. Then I tried to picture them getting safely through the airport.

"You know, I would get these, but I think the airport would destroy them."

"Those are nice. Peaceful." Chris commented holding one of them for me. They were paintings of the stars with some constellations.

"Yeah, I almost got an astronomy minor. So it would be fun in my apartment."

"Whoa what?! Did you get a different minor?"

"Got one of them in political science. Yeah you're hanging out with a real nerd."

"An impressive nerd. What's the other?"

"Thanks. And math surprisingly." I felt a little uncomfortable, since I tried not to sound like I was bragging about myself. It's questions like these that leave me awkwardly dangling between humility and bragging.

"How did you have time for all those classes?"

"Well, I got my minor in math in high school, so it wasn't to hard in college."

"Damn."

"Yeah, I know. It's a little sad, I had no life."

"It's not sad, it's kind of amazing." Chris complimented making me go a little red. I wanted to turn away and shrink.

"Thanks Chris, but I can't decide if I'm going to kick myself over not getting these paintings."

"Where are you going to put them?"

"In my kitchen. You know what, I don't think I need these."

"Why you've got Einstein already up there?" Chris said joking. I hit him lightly on the arm and laughed.

"No I've got Émilie du Châtelet" I retorted going along with his joke.

"Who?"

"Oh never mind. You haven't heard of her have you?"

"Nope."

"Well, that's your homework tonight." I told him and we walked out of the store together.

"I never went to college. I just really stayed with acting." Chris mentioned to me. I really liked learning new things about him. Even little things.

"What would you have majored in?"

"Art, maybe."

"Wow, what kind do you like to do?" I asked a little shocked at his answer.

"I used to draw a lot, do sketches. I really just wanted to be a Disney animator."

"That's so cool. It's hard to think that if you said a simple word like no or yes, that your world would be entirely different."

"Yeah it kind of is." Chris agreed sticking his hands in his pockets he gave me a thoughtful smile, which I returned. As we passed a clothing store one manikin caught my eye. I paused and took a longer look at the dress on it. It was red, a color I don't have a lot of. It had sleeves that came off the shoulder. The neckline was gorgeous, it was a cross between a v-line and a sweetheart neckline. The top of the dress seemed tight, but the skirt flared out a bit. I looked really pretty, but I didn't know where I would wear it to.

"Do you want to go look at that dress?" Chris asked noticing me staring at it.

"I umm–no. It's not–I don't know." I messily replied. I slowly started to walk away from the store.

"Hey can we go in this store?" Chris suddenly asked and I glanced up at him and followed him at his quick pace into the store. He pushed me further to the back of the store.

"Okay, I don't want to freak you out, but we need to go back to your car." He told me. There was urgency in his voice and he put his sunglasses back on. His nervousness was making me nervous. I wasn't quite sure what was happening.

"What's wrong?" I quickly asked worried. I searched around the store and outside through the windows. I saw someone with a camera walking around the streets looking for something, someone.

"Is he...?" I questioned Chris pointing out the man with the camera.

"Yeah, keep your head down and lets quickly walk back to the car."

"Yeah, yeah okay." I agreed following his lead. I could see him move his hand up to touch my back, but he quickly moved his hand.

"You going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I just–don't really know how to handle or think about this."

"Don't think to much into it then." Chris offered. He looked at me and I took a deep breath and walked out the door like I own the building, just with my head down.