Stockholm (Bryson Tiller)

13• Flamboyant

I finished eating and sat back in my seat rubbing my stomach.

"Would you like anything else to eat?" Matthew asked.

"Mmm mm." I shook my head.

"Are you ready to go back to the hotel?"

"Do I have to? I really don't want to be around Bryson."

"We can take a walk and I'll give you a tour around this place before we go l Paris."

"Paris? Why are we going to Paris?"

"That's where the dinner is taking place. We just landed here just because. They switched the location."

"So...I'm in this bitch...for no reason?" I asked.

"No, not necessarily. Do you not like it here?"

"I mean it's pretty but I don't really want to be here if it's for no reason."

"Alright. You want to leave to Paris right now or we can leave two hours before dinner."

"Let's just leave two hours before. Bryson is always on some bullshit." I rolled my eyes.

All the way until the evening, Matthew has been showing me around and showing off his Italian.

"Ciao, il mio nome è Taylor!" He said. "Now repeat."

"Ciao, il mio nome è Taylor?" I repeated.

"Exactly!! Don't question it though. You know your name is Taylor."

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"Now say hello to that guy over there." He pointed to a young man messing with his scooter.

"Nooooo." I whined.

"Don't be shy. The majority of the people here are nice." He pushed me.

I walked up to him and he looked up and waved.

"Ciao, il mio nome è Taylor!" I held my hand out.

He looked down at it and scowled.

Fuck.

He grabbed my hand and kissed the back.

Oh shit.

"Mi chiamo Lorenzo."

Alright now Lorenzo!!!

"Uhhhhh..." I don't know what to say next.

"That was pretty good Taylor." Lorenzo has an American accent. "Took me about a month just to learn how to say hello, my name is...."

"Oh really? I thought you were Italian."

"Italian American."

"Ah! Makes sense."

"Can I help you with anything? You're very beautiful."

"Thank you and ummmm...no I just wanted to say hi."

"Hi!" He smiled sweetly.

I chuckled. "Hey. I'll leave you alone now. Thanks."

"No problem. See you around beautiful. I'll be around here."

"Looking forward to it."

I returned back to Matthew with a stupid smile on my face.

"I'm guessing that went well!" He grabbed my hand and held it.

"Yeahhhh..." I looked down at our hands.

"I'm only doing it so guys won't come at you. Lotssss of men are staring. Notice how they all turned away when I grabbed your hand."

"Oh...okay! That's smart."

• 4:40 p.m •

We were back on the jet on our way to Paris.

"So how was it with Matthew?" Bryson asked while writing down on a notepad across from me.

"Lots of fun. I enjoy spending time with him." I said.

He chewed his tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yes! I learned some Italian from him, he spoiled me with food and was just so nice to me."

"That was all my idea. Matthew did not come up with spoiling you." He shut his notebook.

"I know, he told me. He said, even if he didn't say anything, I'd still spoil you. Something along those lines."

He nodded his head. "I'll be back. Stay put."