JULIET
It doesn’t have a gym??? Ew! I’m so sorry you’ll have to rub shoulders with all those basic millionaires.
LIESEL
lol
Okay, I’m going to sweat the airplane stink off of me. Thank Nate for me. You know, if my owner doesn’t fire me for having a nicer suite than he has.
JULIET
Good point. You should probably use the stairs instead of the private elevator so they don’t realize you’re better than them.
LIESEL
You’re just trying to make me take the stairs. But joke’s on you. I never take them when you’re not with me.
JULIET
So you’re NOT worried about getting trapped in an elevator with a hot guy? Like maybe Cooper Kellogg?
LIESEL
HA HA. Very funny.
Seriously, though, should I take the stairs? Will they think I’m some snob for using the private elevator?
JULIET
You’re not a snob and no one would think you are. The only reason you should take the stairs is because stairs can’t break down in the middle of a power outage.
LIESEL
You really cannot get over that, can you?
JULIET
*GIF of kid sticking her tongue out*
Have fun!
Jules may have been kidding about the private elevator, but I’m not. It’s not like I can walk out of the fanciest suite without attracting attention, can I?
Sure I can. I have a reason why I’m staying in this suite. It’s not a big deal.
Or is it?
Ugh. I’m overthinking this.Turn off, brain!
I walk into the master bedroom—not to be confused with the other two bedrooms—and change into my workout clothes. You know how some people are doers? I’m a stew-er. I think and stew and stew and think. I hate not having a reason for the decisions I make. Worse, I hate making the wrong decision. Oh, and I also hate feeling like I’m wasting my time, so I spend disproportionate amounts of time debating what the best use of my timeis.
Go anxiety!
The one thing I know for certain is that a workout always makes me feel better. After putting ice and water in my newtumbler, I take my phone, keycard, and earbuds and sneak out the front door and to the stairs. I’m staying on the seventeenth floor, and the map in my room said the gym is on the fourth floor. I take them quickly.
When I’m almost to the ninth floor, the door opens. A man in a gray baseball hat and athletic wear steps out, and I internalize a groan.
Cooper freaking Kellogg.
