42- Gelato Melts Faster

“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not.

“I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction.

When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me?

“It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.

He just laughs at my face, making it look like it was obvious that I was trying to copy him. I can only roll my eyes in my defense. My eyes wander around the place. I remember adding “a night market” to my list of places I wanted to visit in Paris. I didn't know Spencer would actually pay attention to my list. Though it doesn't strike me as a traditional night market to me, it still gives off the vibe. There are a few food stalls and one or two gift stores nea