A Double Field Trip

''Calla?'' At the sight of her flushed face, Vincent cocked his head to the side, looking worried and lost. ''Are you okay?'' He asked, innocently. Not the least aware what he was doing to the virgin eyes of the red-faced calla at the moment.

''…um..''

''Um?'' Vincent repeated the only sound that came from her. Noting the flushed color of her face going deeper and deeper, he couldn't help but stretch forth his hand towards her flushed cheek, his fingers indirectly cupping her face. ''Are you okay, Calla?'' Once again, Vincent repeated with those innocent yet worried eyes of his. ''Are you sick?''

''…..'' At this moment, Calla's face was on the verge of steaming up. She couldn't believe that Vincent could ask what was wrong with her, when he was wrong with her! How could he sully her innocent eyes?

The only man she vowed to see in this manner was her dear husband, but it seemed that vow was easily broken at the shirtless sight of this man looking so worried for her.

 'Does he not know?' Calla thought, steeling herself to speak up her thoughts. She also took a step back, suddenly imagining that Vincent could hear the whistling sound coming from on top of her head.

''Y-Your s-shirt….'' Calla stuttered, avoiding the muscular sight.

''Huh?'' Glancing at his empty hand, Vincent stared at her, confused by her stuttering words. His shirt?

Wondering what she meant by his shirt, Vincent lowered his gaze his down to his body. His eyes taking in the sight of his entire upper body.

''Oh…'' Taking his empty hand back, Vincent started to do the buttons of the silky shirt, belonging to a pair of night wear.

''I am sorry about this.'' He apologized, a rosy color finding its place on his cheeks.

'How embarrassing….' Vincent suddenly wanted to return to his room, and not come out until the embarrassment subsided. How could he forget to do his buttons? This was absolutely not his Grandfather's home!

''…..''

''…..''

The air around Calla and Vincent was awkward until one of them decided to break the tensed silence.

''I-I will be going then...'' Calla turned around, seeming in a hurry to return back inside her room. ''Good night Vincent.''

She really shouldn't have stepped outside. Calla thought, hoping just to leave and bury herself in the warmth of her blanket. She would absolutely force the sleep on herself to forget this embarrassing night.

''Wait….'' Just before her fingers reached the door handle, Vincent was quick to hold on to her wrist, making her to return her gaze back to him.

'What?'

Even without a word, her gaze was very easy to understand, which Vincent did without a problem.

''You wanted to go somewhere right?'' He asked, recalling how he saw her deep in thoughts, not even noticing his presence when he stepped out of his room.

''…..''

''Where?'' Vincent asked further, noting how she did not deny his claims.

''….The lobby…but I don't remember where it is…'' Calla looked away from those blue eyes, feeling a little embarrassment for admitting such words.

''The lobby? I can take you there since I am familiar with the hotel.'' Vincent said with a smile. ''You do know that our department came earlier than yours.'' Saying this, Vincent turned around, still with his fingers around her wrist, leading Calla out of the hallway. Feeling no resistance from her, he became more confident, and slowed down until his pace was the same as hers, walking side by side.

Rather than his fingers around her wrist, he slipped them between hers, locking them in place.

Calla, on the other hand, did not notice such actions. Her mind was filled thoughts about Vincent's words.

Thanks to him, she suddenly remembered how the rumors about the commercial department were having a field trip just like the zoology department.

The university planned for them to have a trip to a corporation, and not just any corporation, the MacKay's Corporation, popularly known as the Mac. Corp.

A very familiar corporation to someone like her in a family deep within the vast business world.

To be honest, Calla really wondered how a public university like hers had the privilege to have such chance to have a field trip in such corporation.

No matter how she thought about it, it just seemed too sudden and suspicious. First her department, then the commercial department? Was there something involved without her knowing?

''Calla, we're here.'' Vincent's voice pulled her from her thoughts, and her dazed eyes focused on what was around her.

'Oh….' They were presently in the lobby.

Calla realized, taking in the extravagance of the interior. Every object and furniture was really sparkling and shining. Once again, she couldn't help but wonder how her university was able to get the money to fund this field trip….No two field trips.

Calla knew Lacy's family wasn't that wealthy to donate that much money. If she was to guess the kind of family that would fund the field trips, it would be influential families of the high society, like hers.

''Have a seat while I get us drinks.'' Letting go of her hand, Vincent gestured to the couches and sofas before intending to wander over to the empty bar corner of the lobby.

Was it okay to do this without the workers?

''…Can I have just water?" Calla voiced out. Since Vincent had been here before her, this might not be his first time doing this.

''You got it, Calla.'' Vincent flashed her smile, moving on ahead to the empty bar corner. Meanwhile, Calla looked at the entire lobby for a moment before deciding on which couch that she could occupy. Appearing to have come to a decision, Calla ambled over to a wide couch, passing by some lighted globes suspended in the air from the ceiling.

*Poosh*

When her butt descended on the couch, a deflating sound was released as a response, seeming like she just farted in the public.

''…..'' Instantly, Calla look over at Vincent. Seeing him still busy in the bar, she was relieved that he did not hear the farting sound, and relaxed her entire body on the couch of a cream color.

'Wow….' Turning over to the side, her gaze came in contact with an extremely wide window. Since it was midnight, the sky was dark, but the stars were out, twinkling like they were saying hello to herself.

It was a beautiful sight.

''You picked a good spot…'' Vincent came over with a tray of two glass cups, a silver cocktail shaker and a bottle of water.

''Thank you…'' Sitting up, Calla mumbled, watching him setting down the tray on the low-table. He then sat down on the closest couch to her and filled up the glass cups.

''Here's your water.''

Her fingers wrapped around the glass cup, collecting it from him and bringing the rim to her lips. Tilting her head backward, Calla drank the water, almost downing the entire content.

''It looks like you were really thirsty, Calla.'' Vincent watched her setting an almost empty glass cup back on the tray. ''Want more?'' He asked, to which she shook her head in response.

Laying back down, Calla did not turn over to the window. Her gaze remained on Vincent, who served his drink from the cocktail shaker. Her eyes zoned on his adam apple bobbing up and down as he gulped his drink.

''So...'' Vincent started, placing the glass cup back on the tray. ''Do you have somewhere to visit in New York city?'' He asked, meeting her gaze.

''…..'' A place?

Vincent's words made Calla to think of a particular place that she saw from the bus. It had been a long time since she visited. But…could she visit?

''…I don't know…'' she murmured, lowering her gaze with pursed lips. She did not want to roam around the city carelessly in fear of someone recognizing her, but making a stop at that place was very tempting.

''Well, why don't you think about it? If there's somewhere you'll like to visit, tell me, Calla.'' Vincent assured with a smile.

''No matter where, I will always be with you, right?"

''….Right..'' In a soft tone, Calla returned with a small smile of her own. Though part of her felt those words were nothing but lies, Calla still felt herself agreeing with him.

Vincent's presence made her to relax as if all her burdens were nothing but fantasies. If she could lie to herself to keep the calming feeling, then she somewhat did not mind it.

All of a sudden, her eyes became drowsy. Perhaps sleep was finally catching up to her, but she didn't want to fall into slumber, especially when this was not her room. Vincent was also with her.

However.…Calla's body seemed to have a mind of its own, and before she knew it, her entire being was pulled into her sudden slumber.

''…..''

''Calla?'' Staring at her closed eyes, Vincent called out, eyeing to see if she was still awake. Seeing no response from her, he smiled to himself, seeming amused with Calla falling asleep.

''She's asleep.'' He whispered to himself, getting up from the couch, and edging closer to her sleeping figure.

Gazing upon her sleeping visage, particularly her peaceful masked face, blue eyes softened and fingers rose up, inching closer to her masked face.

''Good night, Calla.''

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