- ''We can do this. How hard can it be?'' Kenna says as she takes another sip of her wine before closing the door behind us with her foot, leaving us all by ourselves in a suite. ''We're both adults in this situation. We're not kids anymore,'' She continues to speak.
- ''Exactly. I'm not doubting us in any way possible,'' I reply. My eyes wander around to look at her as she chuckles, showing off her perfectly straight teeth; knowing Kenna, the only way she would act like this is when she's drunk. She's never good in handling alcohol and that's maybe because she doesn't drink much in her past years.