They all went back to the hotel room, tired and disappointed over the lack of evidence in the area. When they opened the door, they all gasped, stepping back.

Cloe and Cameron quickly got off the sofa, busted.
"Eh… Hey, guys…" Cloe said, correcting her dress and smoothing her hair. Cameron blushed and looked like he had been busted in something very badly. He looked down, didn't know what to say.

"Cool!" Dylan shouted, laughing loudly. "Way to go, Cameron!"

Everyone felt awkward, but no one more than the shy Cameron. At this point, even his ears were red. He hurried into his room.

"Would you shut up, Dylan? As if you've never kissed anyone! How old are you, again?" Cloe said, defending herself. She felt humiliated and her instinct was turning angry at everyone else.
Dylan started smirking, "Well, if you only knew what…" then he stopped, looking serious, taking a quick look at Sasha before he again looked at Cloe, mumbling: "nevermind…"

Jade sighed. "I'm so glad for you and Cameron, Angel. We all knew it would come."

Cloe looked surprised. "Well, I didn't!"

"Ofcourse you didn't," Yasmin said, putting her arm around Cloe's shoulder.

Dylan started walking towards they guys' room, "well, I better check on Cameron" he said, before closing the door behind him.

Jade sat down in the sofa, and the rest of the girls followed her. She sighed again, "Everyone falls in love lately", she said without explaining herself.

Cloe raised an eyebrow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

Jade pointed in Yasmin's direction, "Eitan and Yasmin have something going on."

Yasmin looked over at her, "No, we don't! And even if we did… we don't anymore…" She looked down in the carpet.

"What?!" Cloe looked confused around.
Yasmin explained, "well, he wanted to call me, telling me some kind of news, but I cut him off right before I heard the news, saying I was talking with a model… I had no idea he would take it that way! Marceau was only a way to get information for our case." Cloe tried to follow all the details without getting confused. "Marceau?" she asked.

"Yes, a friend of Célia. The French girl", Sasha explained further.

"So anyway, he sounded all different after that, saying he interrupted and such. I'm so sad he took it the wrong way," Yasmin added, looking sadly at her shoes.

"Oh, Pretty Princess… You'll just have to explain to him", Cloe said.

"But you see? Everyone's either falling in love, have something going on or simply already in love!" Jade exclaimed. She turned to face Sasha, "I guess us single girls have to stick together in times like these", Jade joked, putting her arm under Sasha's arm, smiling.

Sasha looked down at the table, as if something really important suddenly laid on it. "Well… ha-ha… yeah" she said, blushing.

That didn't look like Sasha. She always had a smart comeback, some kind of sassy comment, but not right now; she blushed and kept studying the table.

"Would anyone be up for a late-night snack? I could use some room-service" Sasha said, changing the subject.

"I would!" Cloe said, "it's been a long night". The other girls agreed, and they ordered room-service through the phone in the room.

"How about the guys? You think they want some?" Jade asked, looking around.

"Some Cloe, that's for sure!" Sasha joked, and they all giggled, except Cloe, who blushed and smiled, looking shy.

Yasmin went to the door to the guys' room. "Dylan? Can you come out for a sec?"

He stepped out, closing the door behind him.

"How's it going in there?" Yasmin said in a low voice.

"Well, we're having some man-to-man-talk", Dylan proclaimed, smiling.

"Great. Would you like something to eat? We ordered room-service?" Yasmin asked.

Dylan thought about it for a moment, "Yasmin, you know I'm always hungry. Send some pizza or something in to us, will ya'?"

Yasmin nodded, going back to the girls.

"Cameron and Dylan are eating in their room, so I think we'll have some well-deserved girl time. We need that, don't we?" She asked.

The girls agreed; they could certainly use some time without the boy-drama they had faced this evening.

"You can call Eitan tomorrow, Pretty Princess. Let's just have girl-time now!" Sasha said, smiling.