He woke up, there was the moment of horrifying confusion when you're waking up somewhere that isn't your bed and next to someone who isn't your wife, or more probably no one. It's the sensation that's strange. After the intial jerk he gazed down on her. She slept serenly yet, bare and soft. He dark, spiky black hair matted with sweat and sleep and last nights engagements. She was exhausted though and more used to sleeping in strange rooms with strange men so she slept soundly. He carefully slid his arm out from underneith her pillow and sat up on the edge of the bed. He gathered his tan dress pants from the floor and pulled them on. He tightened the belt and noticed that he was using yet another loop smaller. Something to think about for later. He walked across the soft carpet of the hotel room they shared stopping momentarily when he noticed her panties. He hadn't noticed the tiny silver keys hanging from tassle at the edges. A smile played at the edge of his lips at the ironic symbol of chasity but was quickly widened when he realized how fast they must have been off for him to have simply not noticed something cute like that. He put one of the prepackage complimentary coffee pouches in the machine and turned it on. He went to the chair and pulled his ciggerettes out of his suit jacket pocket. Undernieth them was a ticket stub for a show they saw together. That was the last time they'd seen each other. Almost a year ago now. He wandered out onto the balconey and lit a smoke. He dragged deeply off of it. The smell of the coffee started filling the room and the world starting becoming more and more clear. He heard her stir but instead of going back in he watched the sunrise over this small city and smoked. She pulled open the screen door and hopped up on the railing, light on her feet for so early in the morning. She was wearing his shirt, the silver key underweaer and nothing else. She plucked the ciggertte from his hand inexperiancdly careful around the hot embers. She pulled off of it but didn't coffee.
"Just like pot" She said to silence his question look.
He let her happily puff on the rest off the smoke, mostly rolling it around her mouth not really smoking it. He pulled out another and lit it. There was a long silence before she finally spoke again.
"Where are you going from here?"
"Toronto, probably." Silence again.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
He exhaled. "That's probably a vey bad idea."