Woah.

Millie moved to turn on the lights, glancing back at me.

What? she asked, as if this was completely normal.

I thought you said this was a hotel room?

It is. she said.

This isn’t a room Mill, this is bigger than my flat.

I heard Millie laugh as she disappeared around the corner. I stood there, taking in the hotel room. It was very spacious with modern decor and sparse, but essential furnishings. I was only standing in the entrance and it had taken my breath away, I moved further into what seemed to be the living room. There was a big wide screen Tv and a couple of leather sofas and chairs strategically placed around it. To the right of them a large fire place sat, it looked as though it hadn’t been used for a while. It reminded me of my home when I was a child, we had had a real wood burning fire that I loved to sit in front of, drawing and playing with the pets we had. Memories of home brought me into a sombre mood, I tried to shake it off and continued to look around.

I take it you like it then? came the familiar American voice.

I turned to see Millie leaning against a door frame, watching me with a smile.

How long have you been standing there? I asked, moving over to her.

She was holding two glasses and handed one to me as I approached.

Long enough, don’t worry I was only watching your cute *****.

Ok you used cute to describe my car, and now my *****. I can see why people take offence to that word. I said, taking a sip of the light brown liquid Millie had handed me.

Mmm Southern Comfort. I said, licking my lips of the sweet liquor.

You certainly know your alcohol.

Hey. I said, swatting her arm playfully. Enough of the alcoholic references.

She laughed, snatching my hand mid-air and linking our fingers.

So what do you think Lizzie and Colin are doing now? she asked, pulling me by my hand into the room we were standing outside of.