MasukThe 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
Morning sunlight pours through the curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa, dragging me slowly out of sleep. For a few peaceful seconds, I stay curled beneath the blankets, warm and comfortable, half dreaming about Greg’s voice from the night before. Then reality returns. Dallas, Texas. Flights home toda
“No,” I agree softly. “That’s what makes it worse.” Greg nods grimly. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Greg leans back against the couch cushions. “Well,” he says carefully, “my day was significantly less emotionally traumatic.” I narrow my eyes immediately. “That sounds suspicious already.
The afternoon Texas heat wraps around Sav and me as we climb out of the cab and make our way toward the small Mexican restaurant Selena has picked for lunch. The place sits on a lively corner in Uptown Dallas, bright colored tiles decorating the entrance while music drifts softly through the open do
JenThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa in Uptown Dallas, painting warm golden streaks across the rumpled white sheets of this huge king-size bed. I stretch slowly beneath the blankets, still tangled in the comfort of sleep, my hair spreads messily ac







