it’s been approximately forty-seven minutes since since carolina cut her losses and made her way back to the vegas hotel room alone , sixty-five minutes since she did her last line in the girl’s bathroom of a crowded club , and one hundred and twenty minutes since she last saw miller . she’d waited for him then like an idiot , just as she’s waiting now —– like an idiot . and if there’s one thing carolina gonzalez hates more than anything in the world , it’s feeling like an idiot . it’s something she’d learn from her father , whose favorite catchphrase was ‘ never let people take you for a fool . and if you must , do everything you can to not to do it twice . ’ it’s why , when miller finally stumbles into their room , drunk out of his tiny little mind , she doesn’t hit him like the immediately wants to . carolina is cool and calculating , and though miller makes her feel like the biggest idiot in the universe , the best way to act like the opposite of an idiot is to remain calm . ( for now . ) she takes a step from outside the small bathroom , arms folded over her chest , stare burning holes through his messy tie . in lieu of an answer , she questions him . ‘ where were you ? ’
“ what d’you mean ? ” he response dryly, lazily pushing himself to sit up on the bed, giving himself a clearer view of carolina. her arms were folded, and by law, he was in trouble. it was now a matter of how long they’d play games until one of them combusts. often, miller’s shamefully overinflated ego would be his own worst enemy, barring him access to meaningful friendships and even more meaningful relationships, a fatal flaw accompanied by a serious lack of filter processing the impact of his words. it was painfully obvious from her short response and the piercing gaze that hit his like knives, that she was anything but convinced. carolina wasn’t stupid, he knew that with confidence, but she was forgiving. almost to a fault. “ was at the club with everyone. ” miller looks at her, a small part of him wishing he had a fragment of humanity to be honest, to give her something she deserved. he was no stranger to pushing people away from him, it was something he did artfully, but at times, it was more effort than it was worth. “ i looked for you, promise. ” this part between the pair always seemed to be the hardest. she was becoming too familiar with his pre-rehearsed lines, too sensitive to his offhand remarks, all of which drained further effort from the male to prevent her from wanting nothing to do with him. miller rolls his eyes in exhaustion, head pounding with regret from the liquor. “ don’t look at me like that, caro. ”
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