We go back to the penthouse at 05:00, then we fall asleep. At 10:30, he wakes me up to take a shower, so that we can get to breakfast before 11:00.
"I really missed this, when we used to do this at your parents' hotel." I say as we run to the elevator.
"We were a handful when we were together." He winces.
"We still are, a little."
He chuckles as the elevator doors open, leading us to the breakfast room.
I get rooted on the spot. He pulls me out of the elevator.
"Are you okay?" He knits his eyebrows.
I glance at him, and then I look around the breakfast room.
"Harriet?" He stares at me, seemingly concerned.
"This is beautiful," I exhale.
"I forgot that it's your first time. You like?" He has a smirk on his face.
"Very much," my voice trembles a little, and my eyes well up with tears.
"Please don't cry," the smirk disappears from his face.
"I'm not going to cry," I sigh, and we stand in line at the small kitchen.
A smile forms at the corner of his lips, I feel his gaze on me, but I don't mind. I keep looking around at the beauty. The rocks make the room look like a cave, a fancy cave. On the far side, there is a wallpaper that is slightly hidden by the cave rocks. The wallpaper is a picture of mountains during sunset. The mountains look real from a distance.
I slightly look up. I find him still looking down at me with a grin.
"Wow!" I say. Then he smirks while shaking his head.
We don't say anything, we don't have to, but from the way he looks at me, I know that he knows how emotional I am. It makes me feel a little cocky to think that this was done with me in mind. It reminds me if a time when his parents took us to a cave restaurant. I kept staring at the sunset and saying that I wished I could visit the place all the time. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
We eat in comfortable silence, but he steals a glance at me, and I keep shaking my head.
We go back to the penthouse, then we watch a nature documentary about gardening.
His phone rings, but he doesn't answer.
"Are you okay? What if it's important?" I ask him.
"No, it's nothing really."
I ask if he has any meetings, and he says no. I take a nap on the couch, and I find myself waking up in my room.
I knock on his door.
"Please, learn to live without me," he says as he opens the door.
"When did you last go to the amusement arcade?" I ask him.
"When I was here."
"We are going to the arcade. What were you doing in Europe?"
"Sealing business deals," he shrugs.
"Your parents encouraged you to go there in order to explore. Why didn't you explore?"
"Force of habit," he says nonchalantly.
"I can't believe you. Get up. We must go to the arcade." I try to pull him by his arm. He pulls me back with ease and I fall on the couch next to him.
When we get to the arcade, our competitive mode gets turned on, and we argue about who would win and what to play first.
We play a motorbike racing game. I beat him. Then we play a car racing game, he beats me, which I already know he excels at. I suggest a gun shooting game, and he wants a dancing game. We compromise, and play a basketball hoops game, I win by a single point, but I dance so much that he gets visibly embarrassed, as he looks around people watching us. We get to the dance machine, and as expected, he wins. We play a gunshot game and I get excited for beating him
When we get to the hotel, we eat supper at the hotel restaurant.
"May I please stay for one more night?"
"You can stay for one more night," he smiles.
"Why do you live in a penthouse? Who are the other rooms for?"
"One of them is for you. You know that already."
"Another one is for another girl?"
"If there was a girl, why would she sleep in a different room, instead of by my side?"
"Eww!"
"Come on, we are now adults." He says sheepishly.
"No, we are still very young."
"So, you and soccer star have never...?"
"No, no, I don't want to talk about it." I say shaking my head.
He chuckles. "Sorry, it's none of my business. I don't want to know either."
"You turned me into a freak like you, then you left me. I struggled so hard to keep up."
"It wasn't my fault." He argues.
"You are the one who taught me."
"Because I was bored. What was I supposed to do? And you were pesky."
Kit's parents hired my mom for a part-time job as a babysitter, and she would often take Kit home with her. He was a business and science prodigy. When he came with my mom, he spent time with me, because he didn't have a choice. Then he taught me what he used to learn in school. As a result, I skipped grades, and then he applied for me to get a scholarship to study at the prestigious academy that he attended. Kit and I were in the same class, and he protected me.
We became so close, that I didn't find it necessary to have friends. He didn't have friends either, because he was always busy with something. He had three girlfriends during our teenage years together, and two of them disliked me, the other one treated me like Kit's little sister, and she was always trying to prove that she could be a good big sister. I disliked that about her.