Rocky
"Come on, let's get a burger."
Decker folds his arms over his chest and leans against the doorframe to his suite.
It's been an hour since he informed me of the unexpected interruption to our plan, and he's changed into something more casual: a camel cashmere cardigan paired with dark chinos.
He's been in his suite 'working on things.'
I hit up the hotel gym to 'work things out.' Namely, my insane attraction to the guy.
Am I bummed we can't start implementing my redemption plan today? A little, yeah. I want to get my life back on track ASAP.
But do I mind the opportunity to spend some time alone with Decker, to see what makes him tick, maybe even get him to smile?
Not. One. Bit.
"You mean room service?" he clarifies.
"No. I mean out, at a restaurant. I hear there's a great Sandy's Surf Shack down the block."
His lips twitch. "Going out probably isn't a good idea."
"Oh, come on. I've either been stuck in hotel rooms or haven't left my house for close to two weeks. We'll both put on glasses, and everyone will assume you're a celebrity and I'm your bodyguard."
"I don't know…"
"Unless you're embarrassed to be seen in public with me?"
"Yeah, that's exactly it," he replies, matching my humor beat for beat. "Fine. I actually feel like a burger."
"Well, there you go. Are you ready now, or do you need some time?"
"I can go now." He smiles, and I want to make him smile again and again and again. "Let me just grab my celebrity shades."