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as adrian walks through the door to the hotel room, thereâs a small tinge of guilt as he catches the scene of willowâs silhouette contrasted against the new york view. the color of the window sill is enough to make it look like a prison cell and heâs almost convinced to let her have the afternoon outside of his view but it soon passes as adrian realizes that he couldnât risk it. leah would definitely give him a lecture if he had let a few seconds of pity be the reason why the group was forced out of the city with budding anxiety. - but maybe adrian didnât have to tell anyone if he was careful.Â
âi actually just woke up,â the door closes behind the male and heâs just standing there awkwardly in her room. all he can do to pass the silence is by housing his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket before he clears his throat. âmy neighbors were being loud so i couldnât exactly sleep-â itâs a sheepish lie, but itâs enough to continue their conversation.Â
his eyes find the hotelâs brochure on the coffee table, the big white text that is highlighting the various attractions that the city offers causing him to ask the next question. âyou donât happen to like broadway, do you? thereâs a show here that i saw on the television last night - and you know. i donât exactly imagine the rest really want to sit down in a theater.âÂ
her brows lifted at his words, surprised he had come to her room to combat insomnia. although she knew he put up the front that he couldnât stand her, she was starting to think it was just that - a front. you donât exactly come calling on someone you hate when you canât sleep, right? âi guess it ainât just the streets that are loud here, huh?â she asked, peaking at him over her shoulder as she continued to look out at the view.Â
her attention shifted at his next words, her gaze peeling away from the scenery and landing on his face. she looked at him a moment, mouth hanging open slightly - had he just asked her to the theatre? âiâve never been tâ broadway, but i think iâd like it a lot.â she said, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. âthe closest iâve been is the play the kids put on at the county fair, and i wouldnât exactly call that broadway.â she said, laughter laced in her voice. âwhatâs the show called?â she stood from her position at the window, stretching her arms over her head - she had been cooped up in that spot longer than she realized. âiâd love tâ join ya.â she looked down at what she was wearing - worn out jeans and a tattered sweatshirt - definitely not what one would wear to the theatre. âi guess i could see if piper would let me borrow some of her clothes, i donât think theyâd let me past the front doors in this.â she said with a sheepish laugh.Â












