I fold my legs into my chest, feeling way to comfortable and careless with Tristan so close to me. "If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?" He sits there pondering for a moment. How can he look so perfect all the time. "Greece." He turns his head, making sure our eyes meet. I had an urge to laugh but somehow it got buried under my curiosity, "why?" "I went there with my family when I was 10," he smiles at the memory. And I smile at how pretty his smile is. I wish he smiled more often. "It was one of the first vacations that I actually enjoyed, even though my dad was working the whole time and my mom was incoherent, it didn't matter. The beauty of Greece just overshadowed all of it." He gave me a look, his face stayed neutral but his eyes are all I need to know what he's thinking. "Rose," I hold my breathe as a subconscious reaction, careful not to reveal my thinking patterns. "There's something in your hair." Oh, not what I was expecting. "Come here." I lean forward, my head feeling heavy with a spinning feeling.