two keys.
“Enjoy your stay. Let me know if there’s anything you need,” the man said to Christopher.
“Thanks.”
They went back to the lift and waited.
“This is the … the slowest lift I’ve ever seen,” Christopher said while glancing around.
“It’s actually quite common in Italy. Most of the buildings are rather old.” She stepped toward the stairs and placed her hand on the wooden handrail. “But the city is beautiful.”
Christopher grinned and tapped his feet against the floor. “The marble floorings you kept talking about.”
“Lots of buildings in Rome have marble floorings. Makes me wonder if they’re actually cheaper here or something.”
He laughed.
“Here.” She held out the two key cards. “Which room do you want?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Are they next to each … other?”
“Why?” She arched a brow. “Because you got the better room for me, but the smaller room for yourself?”
His brows rose, but he didn’t say anything.
“I speak Italian, Chris,” she said. “Did you do that for all the other hotels as well?”
He flashed a smile and she frowned.
“Anyway, Mike, the guy I was talking to, upgraded you so that our rooms will be next to each other.” She thrust one of her hands forward.
“I don’t need a big room.”
“Neither do I. It’s just for sleeping anyway.” She smiled.
After placing her suitcase in the room, Christopher looked at his watch. “Do you want to get some rest?”
“Yes. We’ll just go out for dinner tonight. I know just the place. Then if we’re not too tired after that, we can maybe go to the Trevi fountain.”
He nodded and turned. “If you need any … anything, I’m just next door.”
She grinned and leaned against the door. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
When they were young, they used to talk about exploring the world together, and they had been talking about Italy since they watched the documentary on the Roman empire. It seemed somewhat unreal that they were actually in Italy together.
“So am I.”
“ Mi scuzi. ”
They turned and smiled at the hotel staff holding a bottle of wine. The staff rattled off in Italian. When the staff was done speaking, she turned to Christopher with an awkward smile. “The boss wants us to have the bottle of wine.”
“Looks like they love Italian-speaking people.”
“They do.” She noticed how much more helpful and cheerful people were to her when she started conversing in Italian, even when she couldn’t form a proper sentence without taking at least a minute. She turned back to the staff, told him that they appreciated it, but they didn’t drink.
The staff’s brows rose, but quickly nodded and went away.
Chloe pursed her lips. “Do you still have the urge to drink?”
His head tipped to the side. “I think the urge will always be there; that’s why they call us recovering alcoholics.”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry. I know Italy is known for its wine.”
Chloe shrugged. “I’m not the partying kind. In fact, I’ve been told that I’m too proper.” She smiled and nudged him with her elbow. “If you ever find yourself reaching for alcohol, I hope I’ll be the first person you call before you actually touch the bottle.”
“What if it’s in the middle of the night?”
“Anytime,” she said. “See you tonight.”
“Are you sure you’re heading in the right direction?” Christopher asked when Chloe hooked her arm around his and leaned her weight against him.
She tipped her head against his shoulder. “I can already see the colors from the fountain.”
“We should’ve just taken a cab.”
“Then we wouldn’t be able to experience the city.”
“You mean I wouldn’t be able to experience the city.”
Chloe had pointed out her apartment to him not too far back. She would have seen all the sights around this area.
She shrugged and continued forward. “It’s right around the corner.”
The rush of water and murmurs, along with an
“Enjoy your stay. Let me know if there’s anything you need,” the man said to Christopher.
“Thanks.”
They went back to the lift and waited.
“This is the … the slowest lift I’ve ever seen,” Christopher said while glancing around.
“It’s actually quite common in Italy. Most of the buildings are rather old.” She stepped toward the stairs and placed her hand on the wooden handrail. “But the city is beautiful.”
Christopher grinned and tapped his feet against the floor. “The marble floorings you kept talking about.”
“Lots of buildings in Rome have marble floorings. Makes me wonder if they’re actually cheaper here or something.”
He laughed.
“Here.” She held out the two key cards. “Which room do you want?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Are they next to each … other?”
“Why?” She arched a brow. “Because you got the better room for me, but the smaller room for yourself?”
His brows rose, but he didn’t say anything.
“I speak Italian, Chris,” she said. “Did you do that for all the other hotels as well?”
He flashed a smile and she frowned.
“Anyway, Mike, the guy I was talking to, upgraded you so that our rooms will be next to each other.” She thrust one of her hands forward.
“I don’t need a big room.”
“Neither do I. It’s just for sleeping anyway.” She smiled.
After placing her suitcase in the room, Christopher looked at his watch. “Do you want to get some rest?”
“Yes. We’ll just go out for dinner tonight. I know just the place. Then if we’re not too tired after that, we can maybe go to the Trevi fountain.”
He nodded and turned. “If you need any … anything, I’m just next door.”
She grinned and leaned against the door. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
When they were young, they used to talk about exploring the world together, and they had been talking about Italy since they watched the documentary on the Roman empire. It seemed somewhat unreal that they were actually in Italy together.
“So am I.”
“ Mi scuzi. ”
They turned and smiled at the hotel staff holding a bottle of wine. The staff rattled off in Italian. When the staff was done speaking, she turned to Christopher with an awkward smile. “The boss wants us to have the bottle of wine.”
“Looks like they love Italian-speaking people.”
“They do.” She noticed how much more helpful and cheerful people were to her when she started conversing in Italian, even when she couldn’t form a proper sentence without taking at least a minute. She turned back to the staff, told him that they appreciated it, but they didn’t drink.
The staff’s brows rose, but quickly nodded and went away.
Chloe pursed her lips. “Do you still have the urge to drink?”
His head tipped to the side. “I think the urge will always be there; that’s why they call us recovering alcoholics.”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry. I know Italy is known for its wine.”
Chloe shrugged. “I’m not the partying kind. In fact, I’ve been told that I’m too proper.” She smiled and nudged him with her elbow. “If you ever find yourself reaching for alcohol, I hope I’ll be the first person you call before you actually touch the bottle.”
“What if it’s in the middle of the night?”
“Anytime,” she said. “See you tonight.”
“Are you sure you’re heading in the right direction?” Christopher asked when Chloe hooked her arm around his and leaned her weight against him.
She tipped her head against his shoulder. “I can already see the colors from the fountain.”
“We should’ve just taken a cab.”
“Then we wouldn’t be able to experience the city.”
“You mean I wouldn’t be able to experience the city.”
Chloe had pointed out her apartment to him not too far back. She would have seen all the sights around this area.
She shrugged and continued forward. “It’s right around the corner.”
The rush of water and murmurs, along with an
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