First thing in the hotel, we checked in. For some reason I was glad that our rooms were on separate floors. Me and Hyde, we went to the elevator together, leaned our chips to the screen and started the way up. I knew that even being in the same hotel was en

„Restaurant in 30 minutes?" checked Hyde.

I nodded with agreement and left the elevator. It was already too late for bigger meal, but something light sounded so good after hours drive. Maybe a salad or a piece of some cake and a cup of tea? I didn't know yet.

My room was nice. It definitely wasn't the smallest room, but had quite a good space instead. Pale pink walls and abstract patterned curtains gave the warmth I wasn't expecting. I put my bag down, visited toilet and sat on the bed for a moment. A smile was on my face, when I thought about Christian. There was no way I could ever be in such a small room again, when it was up to Christian.

I stood up, walked over the small coffee table and sat on one of the white chair. Yes it was a room for an Austin girl, I smiled to myself. It was the game I used to play – look at the person and think about a book or an author that suited with her or him. My best friend was definitely Remarque's girl, her younger brother rather something like Tolkien. The first impression of Christian reminded me Shakespeare and Moliere, but there was also a bit of Tolstoi and so many other authors. For my boss I hadn't found the right theme yet.

I stood, exited my room and went down to the restaurant.

"I'm sorry!" words flew out of my mouth. I was still deep in my thoughts when elevator doors opened and I exited, running right into some man.

"Madam!" he bowed.

And there it was, something so familiar, I had to ask:

"Do I know you, sir?"

"I don't think so," he seemed to be confused and entered the box I left behind me. I shrugged my head and tried to figure, where I had seen the face. Somewhere in Seattle, I was sure.

Dinner was awkward. I took salad, we spoke about next day's events and figured the detailed schedule, when a young woman sprinted toward our table.

"You must be that pretty girl!" she shouted.

"Excuse me?" I was amazed.

"You graduated the college this year? Here, in Portland, I mean?"

"Yes?" I more asked than stated.

The girl grabbed a newspaper out of her bag. Hyde looked the picture on it first.

"I'm sorry!" the girl continued.

"I'll be right back," said Hyde and left the table.

"I'm Monica and I also graduated this year. Me and my friends, we speculated over you. You know, it's not every day that the Christian Gray allows to take a photo with a girl. It's so nice to meet you! Like really!"

I smiled politely.

"Hi! Yes, its obviously me. What was your major, monica?"

We talked few minutes and when my boss came back, Monica excused herself and left, leaving the newspaper behind her.

"So, you and Gray?" Hyde asked, fingers on the photo. "What's your story. Friends? Lovers?"

"I'm not sure. Its something I'd rather keep to myself right now."

Hyde stood, went to the bar and came back with two glasses of wine.

"For friend who are more!" he toasted.

I smiled for that and took a sip. It definitely was something worth drinking for.

Quite soon we called the night ended. My head still didn't like the major trips and we both had worked the whole day. So the minute I told to have a slight headache he called the bill and we left.