LOGINThe next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
Greg checks us in while I wander exactly three metres before he calls me back. “You are not getting lost already.” I smile sweetly, “No promises.” Once we are checked in, a bell boy takes our luggage and loads it onto a trolley cart for us and says he will bring it up to our room right away. Wit
That makes me smile properly. I stand and wrap my arms around him. Greg hugs me back immediately. “Go race,” I say quietly. “You go, lawyer.” On Saturday morning, Greg leaves early. I watch him load his gear into his car, and then he kisses me goodbye. “Don’t work yourself into another finals week
The rest of the week settles into something I haven’t experienced in a long time. Routine. Not survival. Not chaos. Just… routine. Every morning starts roughly the same way. Coffee. Breakfast. Greg leaving for training. Me heading into the office. A quick kiss goodbye. Then both of us disappear into
Monday morning arrives with an almost disappointing sense of normality. After a weekend filled with motorcycle rides, arcade games, roller coasters, and enough laughter to make my cheeks ache, I find myself sitting at my desk at the Boston office once again. The difference is that this time, there a
I slept until nearly ten the next morning. Not because I meant to, but because for the first time in weeks, my body has finally stopped running on pure stress and caffeine long enough to crash properly. When I eventually blink awake, sunlight pours across the bed in warm streaks, and the apartment i







