I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my body as I dried my hair with another towel. There was a knock on my door. I looked at the door, then at my clothes. Would they be patient enough to wait?

They knocked again. Clearly not.

What if it's just Ava or Charlotte? I should just get the door. "I'm coming, one second!" I called out, tossing my hair towel on the bathroom floor. I opened the door, immediately confused.

"Hey," he grinned.

I closed the door, only leaving enough room for my head out. "Can I help you?" I asked.

"Dinner. I was gonna go out, you wanna join?" he asked.

"You guys are going out?"

"No, just me," he replied.

I thought for a moment, "What are you eating?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Mm, Italian," he shrugged.

"Give me five minutes."

He laughed, "Can I come in?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah okay." I moved out of the way and let him come in. I grabbed my clothes off the bed and then turned around to go to the bathroom to get dressed but he stood right there behind me. I stumbled back at the sudden proximity and almost sat on the bed. "Hello," I chuckled.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, stepping aside.

I side-stepped him and went into the bathroom, locking the door. I put my clothes on the counter, looking at myself in the mirror. "What the fuck was that?" I asked myself. I pressed my fingers to my flushed cheeks that were getting red. I sighed, shaking my head before getting dressed. I opened the door and stepped out, grabbing my socks and shoes on the way. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"The restaurant down the street is Italian, how practical," he said while looking at his phone, "I guess that's where we're going." I stood up, grabbed my purse, my phone, they key-card, and then turned to him. "That's how to tie your laces?" he asked.

"How else do people tie their laces?" I asked, sitting beside him on the bed.

"Not like that," he laughed, "That's how a little kid ties them, isn't it? One-bunny-ear, two-bunny-ear?" he chuckled.

"That's how I tie them," I said, frowning down at the bow I made. Is that not how laces are supposed to be tied? "How do you tie them?" I looked up at him.

"Faster than that," he laughed. My brows furrowed while he looked at me. He shook his head with a smile before gesturing for me to pull my leg up. I put my legs in his lap while he untied my laces. "I tie them like this." I watched as he did some voodoo shit and tied my laces in the blink of an eye.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

He laughed before untying them again and turning to me. "A normal knot first, wrap the right string on your right index fingers and thumb, the left on your left, lock your fingers like that, and..." He looked up at me, "Pull through."

"Where on earth did you learn this?"

"A tennis player tied his laces like that on TV. I went out of my way to find out how the fuck he did it," he laughed.

I pulled my left leg up to myself and untied my laces. "A normal knot?" He nodded. "Wrap it like this?"

"Like this," he chuckled, correcting the shoelace on my fingers.

"Like this," I nodded, repeating it on the other shoelace. "Link it like that?" He nodded. "And then?"

"And then pull it through," he laughed.

I did it and looked down, "That's so loose though," I frowned.

"Try it again, try making the loops smaller and pulling tighter," he said.

So I tried it again, made the loops smaller, pulled tighter, and still didn't get it. "I give up, I think I'll stick to the one-bunny-ear, two-bunny-ear method," I chuckled.

"Try it again," he said.

"No, I'll pass," I said, pulling my legs off so I could stand up.

He grabbed my wrist when I stood up and pulled me back down. "Try it again," he laughed.

I clicked my tongue, untying the laces. I kept my mouth shut and tried it, repeating the steps in my head. "And then just pull through?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah, just pull through," he said, his voice getting lower, softer. I stared at him, slightly confused. Why'd his voice go like that? "Pull through, Bella," he chuckled.

I pulled through and then looked down, the laces tied perfectly. "I did it," I laughed.

He shrugged before standing up, holding his hand out. "Now can we have dinner?"

"Yes, yes we can," I chuckled. We left after that and walked down the street, stopping at the restaurant he pointed to earlier. "I hope you know we're splitting the bill," I said while we walked in and got ourselves a table.

"Why?" he asked.

"Cause this isn't a date," I smiled.

"Just because it's not a date I can't pay?" he questioned.

"Yes."

"So if this was a date, you would make me pay the entire bill?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Hmm, no. Not if you didn't want to," I shrugged. We ordered our food and then talked while waiting as I ate a breadstick.

"Food for the lovely couple," the waiter sang, placing our plates down in front of us.

"Oh we're-"

"Thank you," Noah grinned. The waiter smiled before walking away with a nod.

"Why does everyone think that? Why do you go along with it?" I huffed, stabbing my pasta.

"Why does it bother you so much?" he chuckled.

"Cause you're not my boyfriend. I actually barely know you," I replied.

"Barely know me? You know more about me in two days than anyone else would in that time," he laughed.

"Yeah but-" I clicked my tongue, "That's not how it works. We're... we're friends, not a couple," I explained.

"Restaurants don't know that, do they? Neither do discounts," he shrugged.

"We haven't gotten a single-"

"Sir, ma'am, there's a discount we're offering all couples here on vacation. Of 40% so I thought you should know your bill will be reduced, enjoy your dinner," the waiter smiled before leaving.

I looked at Noah who gave me a smug expression. "I told you," he sang.

I shook my head, scoffing. "You're a liar," I stated, "Lying to the restaurant?" I shook my head disappointedly.

"Would you like to pay full price?" he asked.

"Yeah, no," I laughed.

"Exactly, love," he chuckled.

After dinner, we paid the bill and then headed out but instead of going straight back to the hotel, we started wandering around on a stroll. "Have you ever been on a hot air balloon?" he asked.

"What?" I laughed, "You just ask people that question nonchalantly? Have you ever been on a hot air balloon? No, I haven't been on a hot air balloon. Have you?" I asked.

"No, but I was curious to see if you have. I want to though, it would be fun," he shrugged.

"Aren't hot air balloons supposed to be somewhat... romantic?" I questioned.

"I don't know, some people say that, but I wouldn't mind going alone. Just not with my friends, we'd end up with someone being pushed off and dying," he laughed.

"Well, just get some pictures before that happens then," I shrugged.

"Right," he nodded.

"Can we get whiskey around here?" I asked.

"Why? You wanna get drunk?" he chuckled. I nodded. "There's probably a liquor store around here somewhere," he shrugged.

"So, we can get cheap whiskey," I sang.

"Whiskey is never cheap in Vegas," he said mockingly.

"Sure it is," I argued, "I hope," I added.

"Four Roses Bourbon is pretty cheap. Will that do?" he asked.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"Wait here." I watched as he turned a corner on the street and came back five minutes later with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "If anyone asks, we're twenty-one. Isn't that right?" he asked.

"Of course," I nodded as we began heading to the hotel. "You know Ocean 13 is filmed in Vegas?" I asked as we entered the hotel lobby.

"Yeah," he replied, pressing the button to the sixth floor.

"Imagine being in Vegas as Brad Pritt. Doing a robbery like that. That's so cool. And very unrealistic."

"Why are you suddenly talking about Ocean's 13?" he chuckled.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I have no idea where that came from," I laughed, leaning against the wall.

"You talk about such random shit all the time," he chuckled.

"You've known me for three days, there are so many more random conversations coming your way," I shook my head.

"I think I could handle that," he shrugged.

"I don't know about that." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Bet?" he asked. I arched an eyebrow at him, intrigued. "I can handle you, easily," he scoffed.

"Okay, have fun with that," I shrugged in response.

"Maybe I will," he shrugged.

"Okay."

"Okay."

We stepped out when the doors slid open and headed to our rooms.

Now, there's two rooms, two people, but only one bottle of whiskey.

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