"Here you go," Camila said, handing over a glass of water to Michael. "Sorry I don't have any orange juice."

"It's alright, thanks." He accepted it and set it down on the coffee table in front of him.

Earlier she called the hotel's concierge to ask if they could borrow any movies, and thankfully they had one of Michael's favorite movies, E.T, so they were watching that. The living room of Camila's suite was a tad bit smaller than Michael's, but it was much cleaner and brighter; the lights were off but the curtains were open halfway. The room also smelled like her perfume, which made Michael melt.

Camila sat down on the couch beside him. "You sure you don't want some wine?" she asked, sipping on her red wine.

Michael shook his head politely. "No thanks, I'm not much into drinking."

"Says the person who drank an alcoholic fruit punch last night..."

"In all honesty, I didn't know it had vodka in it! I swear!" he laughed. "It was just very refreshing, and there were no signs it was alcoholic."

"Sure..." Camila said, jokingly unconvinced.

* * *

At one moment in the middle of the movie, Camila started to slowly fall asleep. Her body slumped to Michael's side, so he quickly grabbed a throw pillow and placed it on his lap, gently resting her head on it. Instead of waking up, she remained unbothered and continued to sleep.

Michael stayed wide awake and watched the rest of the movie on his own. As Camila kept on sleeping peacefully, he took it as a chance to admire her beauty. She has such amazing features; high prominent cheekbones, sculpted and full eyebrows, a defined jawline, long eyelashes, it was endless. He also couldn't help but to stroke her beautiful shiny hair, trying his best not to wake her up.

During the credits scene, he minimized the volume of the television and began to hum lowly to a random tune.

"Michael?" Camila whispered in a hoarse voice, disrupting his humming. "Is the movie over? What time is it?"

He looked down and smiled to see her eyes waking up. "It just ended a few minutes ago, and it's..." He looked around for a wall clock, "half past five."

She got up slowly and squinted her eyes. "I'm so sorry for sleeping on your lap."

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

Camila smiled shyly and laid back onto the couch, scratching her head. "Damn, I missed like what, half the movie?" she asked, still groggy from her nap.

"Yeah... More than that perhaps."

"Let me excuse myself and go wash my face, I'm feeling unenergized as hell. I'll be back in a minute." She got up and walked to the bedroom door and shut it.

Back in the living room, Michael heard her opening the en suite bathroom door and the water from the sink flowing. He took out the VHS tape from the player and put it back in its case. Standing back up, he took a look around Camila's suite.

He walked towards the curtains and took a peak outside. No fans, no cameras, no paparazzi, just a beautiful view of the hotel's swimming pool and garden. He watched as a man of his 40s dive into the pool with his Speedo trunks, continuing to swim in a freestyle. Then there was a little girl with her mother, looking scared as she tried to float with her rubber rings in the deeper end of the pool.

He wished he could just go down and lounge with the other hotel guests, but it was impossible. It was just something for him to accept that he couldn't be a normal person trying to enjoy the hotel's facilities, and that upset him.

"No cameras right?" Camila asked suddenly from behind.

Michael jumped at her sudden appearance and laughed. He noticed that her face was bare, as the water washed off most of her makeup, but she still looked heavenly. "It's very peaceful in here."

"Told you so. You can open the curtains wider if you want. The sun is almost setting but it's always nice to squeeze the time left before it's gone."

He opened the curtains wider and was happy to find that no one saw him, everyone down in the swimming pool were minding their own business. He felt invisible, but in a good way. Camila went to the mini kitchen to check the fridge.

"Michael? Are you hungry?" she shouted, looking into the fridge and realizing there was nothing there but water, soda, and some chocolate pudding.

He followed her and went into the kitchen. "A little."

"Do you want to order room service? You know it takes like thirty minutes to an hour for them to deliver it here so we might as well just order now."

"Room service sounds good. Let me get the menu."

"Yes please, thank you."

They picked out what they wanted from the menu and Camila called the number. While they waited, they decided to go out to the balcony to watch the sunset. The number of people downstairs began to lessen since apparently nobody really went out to the pool during this time of the day.

"Michael, what song were you humming to as I was sleeping?" Camila asked, with her chin resting on the palm of her hands.

"You heard that?"

"Yeah, I woke up to it. I admit, I pretended I was sleeping so I could listen to it for a while longer."

Michael was smiling, he felt butterflies in his stomach just by hearing her compliment. "Well, it was just something I came up with on the top of my head."

"Oh. It sounded beautiful, though."

"Thank you."

He looked around, scanning the sky. It was beautifully painted with warm tones of orange and yellow. His eyes landed on Camila who was staring blankly to the land below. The setting Sun truly made her a billion times more beautiful, which Michael thought was impossible for her to be much more extravagant than she is normally. Her hair turned a shade lighter, her skin turned bronze from the Sun's reflection, and her cheekbones were highlighted. She looked ethereal.

He finally managed to get his eyes off of Camila and spoke, "I rarely get to do this."

"Do what?" Camila questioned.

"Relax, chill out.. My life is pretty hectic right now, considering my album has just been released and my tour will be starting soon. There's so much to do..." he placed his fingers on his temples and rubbed them.

"I can't imagine. You really are a hard worker," she said. "But you still made time for this?"

He laughed. "I just didn't want to leave Vegas before spending more time with you. And I knew you didn't have much to do here, so I wanted to keep you company."

"Aww, that's really sweet." But when she realized, her tone raised. "Do you do this to every girl you meet at a party, though? Like, visit their hotel room for a nice hang out and a bang to end the night?"

Michael was oblivious to the fact that Camila misunderstood him, so he replied calmly but cheekily. "Only to the ones with a beautiful face and something interesting to say."

Camila scoffed, she felt a little betrayed for no actual reason. "And how many girls were there with all that?"

"Only one to this day."

She raised her eyebrows. "What's her name?"

He smirked and said, "Camila Jensen."

Camila released her small amount of tension and laughed. "You truly are a flirt."

* * *

"On a count of one to three, start chuggin'," Michael instructed.

"Alright. I'll win, by the way."

The two of them were back in the room, it was almost 8 PM, and they were finishing up their meals from the room service earlier. Camila had finally persuaded Michael to drink some wine to celebrate the release of his album, so he couldn't refuse. In fact, Michael fell in love with the red wine so much he initiated a chugging competition.

"No you won't."

"Yes, I will. I drink more than you do, clearly, so I'm skilled at this."

He laughed gallantly.

The wine glasses were filled all the way up. Michael and Camila shook the glasses and clinked them against one another.

Michael then started, "1.. 2... 3."

The two of them chugged down the big glass of wine. Towards the end of Camila's cup, she accidentally tipped the glass too high from all the enthusiasm, making some spill on her white blouse.

"Fuck!" she cursed aloud.

Michael stopped with his glass empty and looked at her with a worried face. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay. This blouse was fucking expensive! At least for a plain white blouse it was! I should've worn something else," she cried, reaching frantically for some napkins to wipe off the small yet prominent wine-red stain on her blouse. "This is all your fault!"

He was stunned. "I'm so sorry... I really am. Uh..." He didn't know what to do. He felt so guilty inside, even though he barely did anything, but he needed to something. "I'll get you another white blouse exactly like that one."

Camila looked up at him with her hair covering her face, and her face showed she wasn't convinced. "You don't even know where I got this."

"I know I don't, but I'll try as best as I can to find one like that," he said persuasively. "I promise, I'm so sorry."

She stared at him for a few seconds, but then slowly, her furrowed eyebrows relaxed, the edges of her lips started to curve, and she burst out in an eruption of laughter.

Michael was confused, but he slowly began laughing too.

"Got you!" she pointed as she laughed hysterically, successfully pranking Michael. "This was thrifted for less than five bucks! Take it easy, boy!"

He put a hand against his chest, laughed along and sighed, "I was convinced that you were mad at me! I was actually thinking to call my team to ask if they know a place where they sell shirts like that!"

"Of course not! I was just acting, silly! This wasn't your fault, I was just being clumsy!" she chortled. Michael crossed his arms and shook his head as he snickered.

"Did you say you got that from a thrift shop?" he asked.

"Yeah. I buy most of my clothes from there, everything's so cheap and they're not that bad in quality," she replied and noticed Michael smiling as he slowly nodded. "What? You thought every piece of clothing I have is designer? Couture?"

"No... I never thought of that. I'm just amazed you.. Um, nevermind. Forget that I ever said anything."

Camila giggled and proceeded into her room. "I still need to change, though. Real quick. I'll be back out soon!"

"Okay!" Michael called out right as she closed her doors.

There he was once more, sitting and waiting patiently for her to appear again from that bedroom door.