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Out of all of her brothers and sisters, Cecilia still didn’t know Andrew. She knew him on a first name basis, probably had one conversation with him before they never spoke again. At this point, it was probably considered rude of Cecilia to not know her brother better than she did when she first arrived. She could only blame it on scheduling for so long. So, to get her and her brother out of the hotel and around each other, she sent him a peppermint-scented invitation that asked him if he was willing to tour Argentina with her. She still didn’t know the place well but felt that it was the type of place to tour with friends and/or family.
Cecilia stood at Andrew’s door, slightly nervous that he would turn her down. Surely, he was nicer than that, to reject her in front of her face, but who’s to say? She cleared her throat and gently knocked at the door. “Hi Andrew! It’s Cecilia. I was just here in hopes that you got the invitation and would accept the offer of taking a tour?” She mentally facepalmed and slapped herself for sounding so formal to her brother, but at least she didn’t say something like ‘Hey fuckface! Get out of bed and come tour this city with me!’









