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"They left."
Duh.
Maybe this alien species isn't actually that smart. But the monosyllabic tendency seems to fit with Kingsley.
"Where did they go?"
He rubs the back of his head, looking exhausted. "Um, I sent about half to The Baxter Hotel, we're full up there now, so another third went to the Four Seasons, they didn't argue too much. And the rest went on a four day trip to Ibiza. Fully paid for."
"Wait,what?"
He leans against the door frame, folding his arms as he surveys me. "I paid them all. To go. They all got their accommodations paid for the next week at a five star hotel. It didn't actually take too much convincing."
"Oh my god, Kingsley!"What the hell."That must've cost you…" I do some quick numbers in my head, there must've been over forty travelers here. Times a week at London's most expensive five star hotels. "Tens of thousands of dollars."
He shrugs. "Add another zero. But so what? It's just money. Ihavemoney."
Whatis he doing? "And the staff?"
He smirks. "I told them to take the rest of the week off. Paid time off. As their new boss."
Now it's my turn to rub my forehead. What. Is. Happening?
"I bought the hostel. Called the owners and put in an offer they couldn't refuse," he explains.
"Why?!" I shout.
He pushes off the doorframe, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms. "Because if we're going to be living here from now on,I need to get contractors in here literally five minutes ago so inspectors don't condemn this god forsaken place."
I can only stare at him.
"You said you weren't leaving. And I told you I wasn't leaving without you. So, it looks like we're stuck here now. Welcome home, Luna. Dinner will be ready in the dining room in five minutes. Dress code is hostel casual, I guess."
He leaves.
An alien invasion actually seems less of a stretch now.
I sit back down on the bed, and watch the second hand tick five minutes around the clock.
And then I get up and walk to the dining room.
There are candles.
Everywhere.
Like a stupid, ridiculous amount. He had help. He couldn't have lit all these candles by himself.
I bet he paid some of the travelers to help him.
Traitors.
They did a good job though.
The hostel dining room has never looked so good.
You wouldn't even know that a whole corner of the long dining table still has a burn mark where someone tried to build a makeshift table stove for their hotpot. Or where Peeta tried to teach someone how to throw an ax that he got from Alstadt and took out half of the wall and covered it up with a giant Nirvana poster.
Instead, it looks like a romantic fantasy land, with a picnic set up on the coffee table, complete with a romantic date standing there waiting with a bowl of chips.
