Chapter two
Matt and Karen looked at each other confused. 'Err… We aren't married, we're just best friends. There must've been a mistake.' 'Oh, excuse me, let me check.' The man left. 'Matt, is this one of your jokes?' They looked at each other. 'No, why would I want to marry you?' He started chuckling. 'You're such a … such a…' Karen didn't know what to say. The man returned. 'I'm really sorry; I think someone made a mistake with your reservation. Unfortunately we're fully booked, and can't give you another room.' Matt looked at Karen and said 'What now?' Karen replied 'I don't know, let's just get the room, you sleep on the couch.' She said teasingly. Matt laughed and they checked in. They went upstairs to room 119. It was a big room; the bathroom had a big bath, but no shower. The king size bed was definitely king size. There were little chocolates on the pillows. 'This room is so cheesy. Now I really wonder how the honeymoon suite looks like.' Karen said, looking around the room, amazed. The couch was quite large, and the TV was already on, on a Spanish music channel. There was a little bar in the room, with a lot of champagne and wine in the cellar. There was a stereo underneath the TV. On top of the stereo, there were a lot of CD's of Ricky Martin, and Enrique Iglesias. Matt started laughing really hard. Karen looked at Matt confused. 'What's up goon?' He looked back. 'You told me that Daisy would stop trusting me if I got drunk. I think she will definitely break up with me if she finds out about this room.' 'How would I know that we would be sleeping in the same room?' Karen said to Matt, who just couldn't stop laughing. 'Anyways, go get ready. A cab is picking us up at 19:55. It's 19:45 now! We'll be a bit late, but okay.' Karen kept nagging about the interview. 'God how happy I will be if we're finally done with this interview so the fun Karen comes back.' Realizing that she hasn't been quite herself, Karen said 'I'm sorry Matt. I'll make it up to you afterwards.' She walked in the bathroom with her makeup bag.
I picture you waking up next to me, with no makeup, smiling at me 'good morning honey.' I know you probably won't, but it's nice to picture that. You aren't wearing anything, just a thin layer of blanket. I kiss your neck and whisper 'Hello, beautiful'. Why, o why is this thought so impossible?
They walked out of the hotel, into the cab. There was a sweet smell coming from Karen. It probably was her perfume. 'You smell horrible Kaz.' Matt said, chuckling. 'Are you kidding me? What do I smell like? Sweat?' 'You smell like Lancôme.' Then he looked into her eyes, smiling. 'You bastard.' She smiled back.