로그인The 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
JenThe weeks pass in a blur of lectures, paperwork, late-night takeout containers, and tangled sheets. I’ve barely had time to think. Between classes at college and shifts at the office, my days are packed from morning until evening. The only moments I truly relax are the ones spent with Greg. When
The late afternoon sun shimmers across the calm water at The Fresh Pond Reservation, turning the surface gold beneath the soft late winter breeze. I sit alone on one of the weathered wooden benches overlooking the pond, elbows resting on my knees, while I stare blankly out at the gentle ripples. For
The line rings twice before Stuart Lockwood answers. “Greg?” I immediately hear the concern in his voice. “Everything okay? Is Jen alright?” I smile softly despite my nerves. “She’s fine,” I say quickly. “She’s perfect, actually.” Stuart exhales audibly. “Good. You scared me for a second there.”
Monday morning arrives far too quickly for my liking. After the chaos and adrenaline of the weekend in Foxborough at the Gillette Stadium, waking up in bed next to Jen with the biggest smile on my face feels almost unreal. My body is still buzzing with leftover excitement from my victory, and every







