Chapter 2
Just us, traffic and the sun.
"The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine" -Mike Murdock
"I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear." -Nelson Mandela
"All right, what are we doing here?" We stand outside the building that we-I so much love. The Venice Buona Fortuna is one of the best places to be at. The hotel has 32 floors but the last 3 levels are a bit less traditional. The 30th floor is a casual placer, decorated with an Italian aura. On the other hand, the 31st floor is the fancy area of the restaurant. Last but not least, the 32nd level is the pool and bar area.
From the side of my eye I see Mason's stare shifts from the building to me. I look at him after seconds of silence. "Well you agreed to my challenge, so if you have any interest in figuring out what it is you and I have to go up there," Once again his gaze turns towards the building making me turn to stare as well.
"I haven't agreed to anything yet" I place my hands on my hips.
"Well you kinda did when you hopped in your car and began to follow me" he sends me a wink and almost immediately my heart tightens a bit. Without letting him know how much a simple gesture can get to me I decide to blow a kiss. With that he begins to walk towards the revolving door, he stops right in front of them and signals me to go first (both of us about to go inside the hotel). They say that the eyes are the doors to our souls and on this case I will have to agree. Mason's head is following a women around our age, maybe a little older, whom I might say has breasts way too big of a size for her type of body. Even though his eyes show his true intentions he still waited for me to go first and bowed in a goofy manner. He seems to be hypnotized and at that second a wonderful idea pops into my mind. Such a perfect occasion like this cannot go to waste.
I pretend to bow while he continues to openly stare at the women's breasts or my preferable nickname-boob lady-on the other side of the window. Swiftly my hands are forcefully positioned on his back and shoulders with the porpoise to push him inside the revolving doors; the sudden action takes him by surprise causing him to end up being slammed into one of the windows inside the revolving doors. Starting some of the guests in the process. His lips and face are plastered into the window while the doors keep revolving and I cannot help but to laugh hysterically.
People keep looking at us strangely but I cannot seem to control my laughter. Wow, I miss laughing like no one is watching. Meanwhile, he spins twice with his face glued to the glass before finally snapping out of shock and decides to get inside the Venice Buona Fortuna's lobby without waiting for me this time. Well I guess I deserved that.
What astonishes me more is the mere fact that once he recomposed himself he acted as if the whole scene just being displayed seconds ago had not occurred. That type of confidence was the one that dumbfounded me. It's not that I have low self-esteem, in fact, I consider my self esteem quite high at times.
With that I finally decide to enter the hotel and admire the Italy decor that they've given it. "Well played Stage" his hand reaches his jaw while he opens and closes it; like a fish. Maybe I shoved him harder than what I intended to. Boob Lady turns to face Mas with a seductive smile. Mason looks at her once again and sends her a wink, Boob Lady smiles shyly while shoving (gracefully for males... or maybe just Mason) a strand of hair behind her ear. Many people were waiting for the elevator and Boob Lady was almost the next to hop on while judging by the amount of people we would have to wait for the next one.
"Mason you know I love this place but I am way underdressed." He always loved the fancy area while I preferred the casual floor. When we came here we would mix it up to please the other and obtain what we wanted. We watched how Boob Lady made her way inside the elevator doors. She threw him a wink before the elevator doors closed, sending her up and back to her life.
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