The thought of going to an unfamiliar place far away from where I live excites me even before I just planned it, exploring hits a part somewhere in my heart, but somehow, it's quite scary thinking that I'm all alone; I went here alone and I also have to enjoy it alone.

However, by chance, I met him, Vernon who became a friend and a buddy who was with me all along most of the time I have here in this country. It feels safer and more secure when you know that you're with someone and he's that person who just lessens the teensy anxiousness I feel.

But on the side note, in some way, I sort of still find it hard to comprehend that I met an undeniably handsome gal and I'm inside his hotel room at the moment, by every coincidence that we meet, I ended up having a night in with him.

"I downloaded the movie earlier, and I added some more since I don't feel like sleeping tonight.", He said as he was handling the remote of the television while he was browsing through the folders.

He's even prepared about this sudden coming over to his hotel room to drink wine which then turned into binge watching movies.

"You like watching movies?", I asked, and he nodded his head while his eyes were still fixed on the TV screen.

"Yeah, it became a hobby, and I sometimes would watch it through a projector with a friend.", He leaned back to fully rest his body on the sofa and that movement made our shoulders become even more closer. He turned his gaze to me, and I swear, I'm not exaggerating when I say that I could almost melt. There was just something in his eyes and his significant face. "Found it! Shall we start now?"

I exhaled some air before pursing my lips as I nodded. Would it be too instant if I already feel like I'm having butterflies? Because I feel like everytime I'm with him, I could feel something fluttering inside me. And he's not only making me feel like I'm in cloud nine, his presence alone helps me forget about the main reason why I came here. It hasn't been a week since I knew him, but he's making me forget about a person I was with for years.

"Shall I pour you a drink?", He was now holding the wine bottle as he was looking at me with a smile plastered on his face enough to confuse my feelings even more.

I placed my fingers on the base of my wine glass and slightly nodded at him with a beam. "Sure."

He tilted the bottle and started to pour the wine slowly into the glass. After pouring the enough amount, he shifted the bottle to his glass and poured himself as well.

I grabbed my glass and I watched the wine inside as I swirled it. Bringing the glass up under my nose, I sniffed the familiar scent of the red wine.

"Cheers?", Vernon asked, and I delightfully accepted it. We clinked our glasses and took a sip of the wine at the same time after.

"Ahh.. good stuff.", I said under my breath as I briefly closed my eyes.

I tend my eyes to him when I suddenly heard him chuckle. His eyes and attention were on the television and to the movie that was showing but his lips were formed into a grin. He found something funny and I reckoned it was because of how I exclaimed because of the wine.

I just pulled out a smile nevertheless, it doesn't really matter the reason why he was happy, what matters is that he's happy at this very moment when we're having a movie marathon inside his hotel room; it's just relieving that he's also enjoying this little time that we have together.

Time passed and the movie was already at the part where Nemo's dad and Dory were swimming with the turtles. Dory.. our funny encounter started just because I brought her up and became the reason why we were watching this movie. All because I compared myself to a fish with a short term memory loss and said that I could relate to her.

The atmosphere was so amazing, it was quiet that I could focus on watching the movie. And at some point, the first movie we watched which was 'Finding Nemo' came to an end. It automatically changed to the next movie and he's the only one who knows what was it.

Eventually, we finished three movies and I say, Vernon had a great taste towards choosing movies. At the moment, we were at the fourth, and by then, it was already midnight. The chips disappeared, the night went deeper and along with it, we consumed one bottle of wine.

It didn't get me drunk at all since drinking half a bottle wasn't that much, but it made me kind of drowsy and it was already dead in the night to add up. But I could still manage to stay awake, just thinking about him being beside me completely wakes the life out of me.

From my peripheral vision, I could tell that he was looking at my direction, wanting to prove myself, I slowly turned my head to look at him, and I was right, his eyes were on my direction.. at me.

Even though I was confused, I just stared at his face as he does the same to me like it wasn't unusual, and it was something I could only do in the depth of the night.

Out of a sudden, he brought up one of his arm towards my face, the back of his palm brushed against my cheek as he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. Over time, I guess the bun I had became messy.

I badly wanted to ask him what he was doing, but my mouth and my whole body in general was on strike that it wouldn't take orders. Just a few words to make everything clear yet I can't even form any phrases inside my head.

My mind was blank, my body froze and all I could feel was my fast beating heart.

The background music from the movie which I could tell was jazz seemed to play at the perfect time now when we are sharing unknown stares.

Nerve-wracking enough, the thing inside my chest pounded more uncontrollably fast when he leaned closer to my face, inching towards me as he was cutting the distance.

I knew myself that I wasn't drunk, but was I really not? Would I still be considered sober if I'm expecting something out of this sudden gestures of his?

Because I feel like my heart is about to explode now that I feel like there was really something between us.

He was already in an unmeasurable distance that with one move, our lips would touch. That was what going to happen, right? And to be honest, I was already bracing myself.

However, when I was near to closing my eyes, he lowered his head and shortly after, I heard him heave a sigh.

I wasn't sure what to do. I don't know. I couldn't even still process that he was leaning closer to me, now how can I even take in what was happening next. He was doing all those confusing gestures in a short span of time that it all just leaves me wordless and not sure of what to do.

He slowly looked up again and our eyes met, and through it, he somehow looked as if he was sorry. He plastered a slight smile. "Thanks for tonight.", He whispered but it was enough for me to hear due to the distance.

He brought up both of his hands and placed them beside both sides of my head. He pulled me closer to him, and electricity travelled through my whole body when I felt his warm lips against my forehead.

It was just a peck, brief and short but it took me a long time to take in mentally that it happened.

It felt like he just covered a hole. He somehow satisfied the disappointment I had that even if I got the unexpected, it was extra special because it came from him.