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This one is a bit more... lovey? a little more romance.

Arthur had booked us rooms next to each other; I imagine it was so he could keep an eye on me, he was very protective, and it was sweet but completely unnecessary. He gave me the card to my room and left me with a smile as he entered his room. I sighed as I entered, it was decorated in deep red, there was a medium sized bed covered in expensive looking throw pillows. I dropped my bag on the floor and slumped over to my bed and threw myself on it, it was comfortable it felt like I was been held up my feathers. I rolled onto my stomach and covered my eyes with my arm. I wasn't sad but I wanted to cry. Maybe it was because it was over and my life was about to change back to boring normal life, I'm going to miss everything I thought. I was a strong person and I never cried, it wasn't because I saw it as a weakness, I'd just never been effected by something that made me cry before- other than the death of my granddad when I was 15.

Despite my stubbornness I felt a warm tear escape my eyes and it was like an explosion, all the tears I'd ever kept in drifted from my eyes. I rolled onto my side and hugged myself letting every tear finally escape. I guess that is how I fell asleep.

I was woken up by a hand on mine; I sighed and opened eyes to see Arthur sat on my bed smiling. I looked around me and saw that it was dusk outside.

"Sorry to wake you, but I was wondering whether you wanted to go out for dinner since we've not eaten in a while?" he asked, his dark eyes melting into mine.

"Sure, what time is it?" my voice was thick. His eyebrows furrowed but soon disappeared.

"Its five, can you be ready for six?" he stood up looking down at me.

"Yeah," I edged off the bed as he walked to the door "...hey, how did you get in?"

"I... have a spare card, I didn't mean to intrude but you weren't answering and I was worried." He gave me a small side, it was very cute, and he looked really vulnerable. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"I don't mind Arthur." I grabbed one of the towels off a seat and walked to the bathroom door waiting for a hesitant Arthur to leave.

"Ariadne?"

"Yes?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm great, why?"

"You looked as if you'd been crying." He smiled and walked out of the door before I could reply.

I took a quick shower, he might be able to go a 10hour flight without even a hair slipping out of place, but I can't. I looked at myself in the large mirror before entering the shower, I looked like a mess, it's no wonder he saw that I'd been crying my eyes were red; my hair was all over the place. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water roll over my body for just a minute before lathering my hair with orange scented shampoo. I let the aromas of it fill my nostrils and sighed at the pleasant smell.

At quarter half past five there was a knock at the door, I was just in my towel after been fresh from the shower, I opened the door a crack and saw it was Arthur before opening the door more. He held a bag in his hand with a sheepish smile on his face,

"I didn't know if you had many clothes to dine in, so I bought this before you." He passed me a little black bag.

"Mmm, thanks." I smiled "Thinking about me again." I joked; it slipped out before I could control it. His eyes fell from mine with a laugh and when they returned they were deadly serious, he nodded once with a smile and walked away. I practically ran to my bed and emptied the bag, I picked up the crimson material and watched a dress fall, it was a material that floated, and looked effortless. I dropped the towel and found some underwear before slipping into the dress. I walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. It looked beautiful, it had a low neckline but it had black lace from shoulder to shoulder so it didn't reveal too much and it stuck to your body despite its floaty material, you could see every curve, it followed down to just above my knee.

As I walked out of the bathroom I noticed a box by the door. I approached it cautiously, on the top I saw a little note, it read: 'an outfit as beautiful as yours deserves perfect footwear.' I laughed and picked up the box and took of the lid, they were truly beautiful shoes, they were plain black with about a three inch heal, they shone like a star in the sky. I slipped them on and enjoyed watching myself grow. I checked the clock and saw it was 5:55, I quickly blow dried my hair and stepped outside, I expected Arthur to be waiting but he wasn't, I tapped twice on his door and shifted my weight. He answered the door in a fabulous black tux and a bow tie, he looked... hot. He smiled and took my arm as we walked to the elevator.

"You look stunning." He commented offhand looking at a piece of art, I blushed and looked down.

"You don't look so bad either." I laughed "Tonight's a formal event then?" I asked gesturing to our outfits, he chuckled and nodded.

"Indeed it is." He looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"Thanks for the dress, I love it, and shoes as well, not many men would remember shoes."

"You forget I think of everything." The door the elevator opened and we walked inside,

"Well thank you, you have impeccable taste."

"Do you not recognise it?" he asked, one of his eyebrows rose. I frowned in confusion.

"Should I?"

"Whilst we were training in the workshop. You and I were sharing a dream you saw this dress in a shop window and commented that it was beautiful, so I had it custom made." My eyes widened.

"I don't even remember, but thank you, so much. You really don't forget anything do you?"

"It does appear that way." He laughed.

As we were seated in the little restaurant, Arthur asked me an unusual question.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking about what's going to happen next."

"With?"

"Am I going back to Paris, to my old life, or do I try to make it as a dream architect here in America?" he smiled knowingly.

"Either way, you'll be fantastic no matter which field you go into."

"I guess the time I spent with You, Cobb and Eames wouldn't end, and it did... too quickly."

"You're still with me." He placed his hand over mine and smiled, his eyes smouldering.

"Mm" I whispered. My eyes flicked to his lips and back, his head started slowly inclining closer to mine, his lips were only inches away from mine when a cough startled us and we pulled away, avoiding eye contact with each other. A waitress smiled, happy to have interrupted. She pulled a paper pad out of her apron.

"Can I take your order please?" she asked.

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