♤ Ben's POV ♤

"This is your house? Are you sure you're not distantly related to Bill Gates?" I asked in awe.

Adriana laughed. "It's called a penthouse, dummy."

I flicked her arm. "I already knew that. But still...this place is amazing. And it has two floors? Awesome." I breathed as I drank in the apartment.

She smiled and kicked off her sneakers. "I'm glad you think so. It's actually my older brother's place. I'm staying with him while my parents are traveling the world on business."

I strung up my hoodie on a nearby hook and untied my boots before asking. "Where is he?"

Adriana's smile dimmed a little. "He's not here. He's up in New York for the weekend doing 'business' even though he's most likely sleeping around with his screw-buddy and recovering from hangovers. Leo's not due back home until Monday."

I nodded. "So who are you staying with then?"

Adriana shrugged and peeled off her jacket. "I'm home alone with our housekeeper Inez for the time being. Hey, you wanna cheese stick? I think we have some in the fridge."

I wrinkled my nose. "Cheese sticks are nasty. They're always so sweaty and everything."

She laughed. "After it's been sitting in a lunchbox for a few hours yeah, but not when it's fresh out the fridge." She pointed out.

I nodded. "True."

"So... are you coming or not?" Adriana asked me, tossing her head towards the direction of where I assumed the kitchen was.

I blushed. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled before turning and making her way towards the kitchen.

Idiot, I mentally slapped myself. Now she thinks you're a dork.

"Ben? You coming?" Adriana's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I called after her as I hurried into the kitchen.

As soon as I walked in I knew that Leo Cannata was a man made of money.

Stainless steel appliances, cherry wood cabinets, granite counter tops, bright lights- all words that would best describe his kitchen.

My thoughts briefly went to my own dinky little kitchen back home in our tiny apartment. I suddenly felt ashamed of our semi poverty.

"Heads up!" Adriana's voice shattered my thoughts. I looked up just in time for a plastic wrapped cheese stick to hit me smack in the face.

The cheese clattered to the marble floor while Adriana cracked up. My cheeks grew hot as I bent down and picked up the cheese stick.

"Thanks, Adri." I waved the cheese stick in salute.

She nodded and peeled off a bit of cheese. Then, sliding over to the exit in her socks, she waved me over. "Come on, Ben, we've got stuff to do!"

I unwrapped the cheese stick and ripped off a piece before following Adriana. "Coming!"

I followed her into the living room, which looked straight out of a magazine or something. The fireplace was emitting warmth all around and I watched as Adriana collapsed onto the couch. She flicked on the music player. Immediately Imagine Dragons blared from the speakers that were flanking the plasma TV screen mounted above the fireplace.

I laughed as she slid around the room, occasionally slipping on the polished wood or bumping against the coffee table or the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline.

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