Chapter 36 - In the Hotel

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"Welcome. And we have arrived." The cab driver said. As Averithe took her final last breath in the cab before looking out the window. The building seemed too tall for her eyes to see as a whole. And she was getting kinda nervous about the hotel incident, the idea, and for a fact that they were going to stay here. For how many nights she didn't know.

And so she heard the man next to her said.

"Yeah, let's go." And she glanced at him. And Cain waited for Averithe to go outside as he looked at her, and they exchanged looks. To which Averithe was slow to receive as she stared at him for a couple of seconds. A few moments.

"And welcome to Russia." He finally said as a goodbye as he looked back from his seat, at them he flashed a smile.

Not mentioning the stare of and into his eyes, the blue and the shade of a color that she fell in love with. She forgot to mention. She hadn't noticed the array of shades that existed, before she was snapped into reality and looked away before she looked into it any deeper, not noticing the colors at all as she looked away in a blur, and spun her side so she could open the door. As she pushed it, she was met with a cold breeze.

Moreover for when she stepped outside, the cold air greeted her and almost wafted her hair and tendrils into
messy and unattended waves, as she felt ecstatic at the welcoming air, the air seemed to be cooler as it almost reached the break of dawn. She remembered him say. And here she was, in Russia. The building itself seemed to not be too fancy. It had an eloquent decorating to it, but not too over the roof. Maybe some decent vines, hanging, sticking around the building, with its leafs and some of the flowers popping out with its shade of pink, blue, and sometimes yellow.

And she saw that the lobby to be majestic, her eyes peeked through the transparent entrance. It had a fine entrance and from what she could see, it looked divine and well decorated, along with the 2 suitors of bellman that stood at both sides of the door.

One came up, and he offered to bring up their bags, and carry it with him. As Cain replied, "Yes."

He picked out the luggages and the bags from the trunk and brought it onto the wheels of cart. It was pretty large and quite a size for it to bring baggage and carry bags conveniently up to the guests' rooms. And the thud it made as he slammed it onto the bag-carrier as he pushed it and brought it up the stairs.

Quite strong for him, Averithe thought.

As she thought, again, the rooms here must have been decent. Nice-smelling, and clean to the eyes, and decent meals to be served three times a day. Morning, noon and night. She looked forward to it. None other, and no less than the bed that she was expected to plop down when of once she reached her room.

Even though she protested at first, she forgot all about it as she glanced back at the man who slammed the door of the trunk behind him, and looked at her.

And for a moment, she thought that he had the most comfortable life. A life where he could grow up in such a country that it seemed to surreal. And she was envious. As she looked away and heaved out as the man said, "Let's go."

She didn't bother to count how many stories the building was, as she glanced to the side and saw how the vines strung up to be comfortably, the sides and the walls of the almost grey, and reddish color to it.

"Let's go." He spoke again.

As he stood from behind her, and she felt ushered to walk, from that she did, and walked to the front door before meeting the other bellman. As he offered to open the door, and looked to the man as well.

"Welcome, ma'am. Enjoy your stay."

"Yes." She spoke absentmindedly.

To which the man grabbed the other bag as Cain had somewhat magically put it at the side, next to her, which made her quite to be shocked, slightly jolted at the action and the thud it made as it riverated inside the ground as well, maybe the only one left behind. She thought. And it almost made her scowl before she decided to hold it in. Maybe for the next one.

The bellman carried it in one hand, and over his shoulder, as he saw him pushing the door open and went inside.

As Cain coughed and cleared his throat, she looked over to her shoulder to see him just standing there.

"Let's go. Get inside."

As she looked at him with a daze, not clearly realizing what he was doing.

"We should go check-in, now." He spoke.

"Yes." Of course they would have to get inside. As she walked in without another word.

And to which they both entered at the automatic door, and she first smelled it to be; Bougainvilles and an array of flower scented, pulp, and fresh. It seemed plastic, and hand-made but it was not too significant that it still had that essence of a playfullness, and a fresh fruit combined in the midst.

And she loved it. All too well.

As she looked at him, out of response to see him hovering over, and looked at her. "Let's go." He grabbed her by the hand and they walked over to the receptionist. The counter at they stopped. And Averithe wanted to let go of her hand from him. She wanted to nudge and snatch it away, but she couldn't. She stood frozen, and he was left holding a warm hand in his. She couldn't move, she didn't want to. For some odd reason.

"We'll be checking in for 3 days, please."

"2 nights, 3 days, yes?" The woman with blonde and her hair in an updo, spoke fluently as she said, with her spectacles and seemingly quite young.

"Yes."

"Let me take a moment and find a room for you." She smiled sweetly and looked at her screen.

And Averithe had nothing to say as she stared in front of her. So this was what Russian people looked like. With that thick accent of hers. She seemed so professional and pretty, she could just blend in anywhere, in any country. They were all so beautiful; the women, and the men. Her mind didn't forget to add.

To which Cain cleared his throat and it snapped her back into reality.

"Yes, the room 365 will be ready in a second. Please wait at the sofa." She smiled, looked up.

"Welcome, to Russia."

And Cain nodded his head without a word, as the woman handed him over the card slip, and he took it silently before heading over to the waiting area.

By the corner of her eye, Averithe saw a brochure, for a holiday, it was a picture of a ferry or a cruise ship, and she did not have a spare second to look further before she was taken away, by the hand that she was dragged to and walked beside the man. As they scooted over to the nearby sofa at the center of the lobby.

And she had never felt such regret in her life.

As she looked up, and she was about to talk, she was interrupted, by the staff or the bellman, who left her hanging by a mouth open as he talked.

"Excuse me, but the room 365 is ready. Please head over to the elevator and we will bring your stuff with you." He informed.

A bummer for her life.

To which Averithe heard in an instance, noticing the man before her perk up.
He really did need some scolding.
As she stood up, and regretly followed the man, who so as much did not have the attention to stay for a single second and look the beauty around him for once. Not that she was complaining.

They walked over and they entered the elevator. And before long, they were inside their room. It was breezy, from the weather and the room looked beautiful, and decent for its price of the almost vintaged and brown pad floor that it was made, along with the creamy wallpaper and the bathroom; she was in awe and agaped at; seemingly looked to be from Greece itself, the design and its intricate color and detailed looked as if she was transported into another world.

And it was only the bathroom.

Still, she could only look forward to the meals to come, especially later at dinner. It lingered in her head.

"That will be all." Cain spoke silently from the door and waved the bellmans off, as he creaked, and shut the door behind him. As she now felt relieved, but now it was just the two of them.

And she had not planned ahead of what she wanted to do in the hotel room. Or even either stayed in it in the first place.

As she decided to look at him, and they looked eye to eye, from across the room, as he came over, closer, but turned away the moment that he almost hovered over her fully, that he headed straight for the windows, and at the work table.

He felt relieved. But she didn't.

There was something bothering in his eyes. He seemed bothered. Like had been hiding something, or not speaking or sharing with anyone, including her.
"Cain?"

"Is it.. are you feeling cold?" She asked, maybe not the best thing to say, but that was the one that came out, and she was primarily relieved to see his response.

He glanced over to her. Though she saw that he might hide in a smile, he walked over to her and held her both by the elbows.

It seemed strange, precarious, to have anyone to hold her by the elbows. Usually it'd be the hands, or the shoulders. But she had never experienced this, and she was glad he was the first, to see his relaxing face ease up, the muscles that were unseen to be constricting to release. And she was glad when he gave her a peck on the head.

Hopefully, he wouldn't do this with any other woman.

As he pulled her into a hug. Short. Of a brief that he hugged her, resting his hands on her back as she sniffed and smelled in his scent as she breathed. Of chestnuts and chocolate; and she wondered what the hell of a perfume the man was wearing. As she tried to fit in and readjust her position on his shoulder, slightly misplaced as she scooted and finally got her nose and neck to feel comfortable, tucked just nearly to his neck.

She breathed in the scent of his again, and it calmed her nerves. From since they arrived to Russia and how strict the people here might have looked. And she felt as if her own body was relaxing into his embrace, the notion of it almost romantic, and she loved that he didn't say anything as he hugged her, just silent, maybe a little too tight than before, but it was not all too much, that she would notice.

And so he breathed in. "Averithe."

"Y-"

Before she could reply a single word he nuzzled and pecked the side of her ear covered by her own hair.

And she was deliriumed. Staggered, and bewildered to which he caught her halfway before she pulled away even further.

She held in a gasp. She forgot the daring of this man. How could he kiss such a spot full of hair and covered by her tendrils?

"Cain. That- you seriously got to stop." She sputtered the words out of her mouth before she got to think it through. And it got a satisfying smile from him. Though not an asshole type, it simply wasn't in a line of her course of action, and he would seriously cause heartbreaks, and damage women maybe in his primary age.

She looked away. "It's a shocking thing."
As he kept staring.

"Averithe." She looked at him. "What did you just say -- " He slightly stuttered.

No, his breath got caught in his throat, she noticed. But she wasn't quick enough to ask, as he took a step forward, and grabbed one of her hand in his, and held it.

Her palm she felt, slightly warmer. "That I'm too becoming.." And he continued as he saw her eyes give a sparkle as if she didn't believe what he just said. "I didn't, and I have never dated. Anyone, including my age."

He spoke, slightly accentuating on the word, and staring deeply into her eyes that she almost felt intimidated.

A laugh escaped from his lips, lowly, and so quick that she was afraid if it was an accident, or whether it just came out unperturbedly.

And he was met with a silent response.

"I didn't. I didn't have time to. Maybe a fling here and there, but we didn't date. I never did." He continued to explain, spoke lowly. For some reason that he did, and she had no way how to respond to him.

"I - didn't mean to. I mean, you seem like you're used to it." The last words came to as a silent series of words, and she cursed herself for it.

"Am I not good enough for you?" He asked.

That was not the case.

She thought.

She didn't know how to reply, nor say anything in the state that Cain was in. But he seemed to be -   pretty much attached, and everything that he did, he wanted it with her. Or requested it, with her.

And she had been looking away for quite some time before she looked up at him in the eyes, looked him in the eyes, to see him looking with a sparkle of a gaze at her.

Deeply. In a stare that she was not able to break away.

"You know I'd never think that.." She silently said after a long pause. To which he patiently waited for the reply. This reply.

And to which it got a disappointing look from him. "Then what?"

She turned from his gaze. "It's just.. that things might have been difficult. The world, and I haven't been home for quite a while.."

It might have been utterly nonsense for him, but he continued.

"You just don't seem, that you love me." He whispered the words at the end, to which he stepped back.

And it left Averithe hanging on the floor, her foot frozen by the slight cold of the cabin. And maybe it was her, but she maybe heard that wrong. That he loved her. "Y- you did just said that you loved me?"

He looked over to her, "No." And ran a hand through his hair.

Maybe this was a bad idea. At the moment. He thought.

Even if, he reacted in such a way, she was too bewildered, she, at the moment didn't have any retorts or sayings as such that could make him upset. She couldn't.
Or stuff that would easily make him walk away or distance himself. She was out.

She, after all, still had a party and a schedule ahead of her, her mind tingled back, in 3 days.

And it all seemed to unbecoming to lash at a person --  a someone, especially when she felt too happy about it.

She was pleased. And she didn't know which one it was for.

"Nothing. Forget about it, we'll talk about this sometime later. Soon." He muttered at the end.

And turned his back to her to face the window. And he ushered to flip the curtains back and clasped it in its place.

As she stared at his back, and apparently, Cain too tired and fatigued to read her mind, or look back for a second and look at her expression, or the face she was making.

It was delight.

She quickly brought it back before her smile got any wider.

Pinning it, the light let in slowly from the window, the sunshade seeping in onto the floor. And it didn't look to be anywhere near dawn.


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