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
“Good.” Outside, the morning air feels crisp but pleasant as Greg finally uncovers the Yamaha parked in the driveway. I still think the bike looks beautiful. Sleek. Powerful. Very Greg. He moves around it confidently, checking everything over carefully before glancing toward me. “You ready?” I sur
The next morning arrives far earlier than either of us wants it to. At just after five-thirty, sunlight is starting to creep through the curtains of the guest room while Greg groans dramatically into his pillow. “This,” he mumbles sleepily, “is cruel.” I laugh quietly from beside him while pulling
Morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains of the guest room, casting a pale golden light across the bed. I stir slowly beneath the blankets, the events of the previous night returning to me in fragments. The conversation. The tears. The dinner. Greg. My eyes flutter open fully as I become
Sav pats Chase’s shoulder sympathetically. “You’re very brave sharing your designer clothing.” “I know.” I shake my head affectionately at the ridiculousness of all of them. God, I’ve missed this. Missed normalcy. Missed laughter. Missed Greg fitting into my life so naturally. An hour later, we a







