Chapter 10- New York
Sam woke up at about 4 o'clock the next morning, she turned to face Phil. He was still asleep so she decided to go into the bathroom to brush her teeth. By the time she re-entered the bedroom, Phil had woken up. 'Where did you disappear off to?' he asked.
'I just went to do my teeth,' Sam replied. 'Are you gonna get ready?'
'In a minute,' Phil said.
Sam picked up the pillow and threw it at Phil. 'We've got to be at the airport at 7, come on,' she replied.
'No, I'm still tired,' Phil said.
Sam pulled the duvet off the bed. 'Hey what the hell was that for?' Phil replied
'We need to get ready. The flight's at 9 so get your backside moving,' Sam said and she left the bedroom.
Sam went downstairs and put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. She sat down on the side, waiting for the toast to pop out. Sam went to the fridge and picked up the butter. She sat down on the side and ate the toast. Phil came down about half an hour later and made himself a couple of slices of toast. 'Has anyone made a coffee?' Phil asked.
'Can you put the kettle on please?' Sam asked.
'Anything for you baby,' Phil replied.
Phil put the kettle on and made two cups of coffee, it was early and Sam and Phil were in need of the caffeine.
An half an hour later, Sam and Phil's cases were packed up in the car. Phil started the car up and they disappeared into the darkness.
Sam and Phil arrived at the airport at about 6:30, they sat in the café, eating talking and laughing until it was time to board their flight. They found their seats on the plane and Sam rested her head on Phil's shoulder. Phil put his arm around Sam's shoulders and they went to sleep, leaving the awful Great British weather behind them…
A few hours later, Sam and Phil woke up; their flight had just landed so they got their bags and hailed a taxi to get to their hotel. Sam got out of the cab and looked up at the hotel. 'Oh my God,' she exclaimed. 'Babe, this place is amazing.'
'I know, I do try my best,' Phil remarked as he got out of the cab and stood beside Sam.
'Come on,' Sam said and dragged her suitcase towards the doors of the hotel.
They checked into the hotel and went upstairs to their bedroom. Phil took the key card opened the door to their room. The first thing that caught Sam's eye was the mini-bar in the corner of the room. 'Oh my god, how did you manage do get hold of this?' she asked.
'Well, Sam, in my eyes. You deserve the best that money has to offer, and this-' Phil gestured around the room that he and Sam were stood in, 'Is it.'
'Well, I don't know what to say,' Sam replied.
Later that afternoon, after they'd sorted out their things, Sam and Phil went around the shops in New York, buying each other's Christmas presents. Phil sloped off on his own for about half an hour and Sam was beginning to wonder where he was. He came back armed with a small leather box. 'What is that?' Sam asked when she saw the box in Phil's hand.
'You'll just have wait and see,' Phil winked.
They finished off their Christmas shopping and stopped at a New York restaurant to have their dinner before going back to the hotel and the privacy of their room. After a very tiring day, Sam and Phil both decided they needed an early night and both went off to sleep.