The hotel was quiet as Mathias let himself drift off to sleep. He had closed his eyes once he heard the door close, and was out a few minutes later.<br/><br/>At the hotel lobby, a young teenage girl walked in with a taller man, who was maybe around his twenties. The man went to the counter, talking to the employee currently watching the lobby, while the girl walked into the bathroom and slipped into a stall, shutting and locking it behind her. She sat on the back of the toilet, letting her feet hang on either side of the seat. Her hair was multi-colored, pulled back in tight little braids, reaching her waist. Her dark brown eyes watched the screen.<br/><br/>She opened her laptop and after fidgeting around the security, hacked into the computer system. She went slowly and steadily, making sure there was no chance she would be caught. She found the list of who was in what room and began scrolling.<br/><br/>Celebrity.<br/>Celebrity.<br/>Couple.<br/><br/>Gotcha.<br/><br/>She had a replica key card made specifically for this, and once she found the room number, she climbed off the toilet and walked out into the lobby again, but not before slipping her laptop into her pocket.<br/><br/>Once at the counter with the man, the employee had just turned away to grab the cards. She absently put the replica on the counter under some things and pointed out, "Is that a key card? Could you use that?"<br/><br/>The employee turned, having already grabbed one card. He hmm'ed and nodded, grabbing the card. She pulled her phone out and glanced down at it, sending a text to a friend who was waiting for her signal as well.<br/><br/>While one key card had the girl's and the man's room information on it, in order to access it, the replica ended up with the information for Mathias' room. They were handed the cards and Kis made sure to take her own before following the man down the hall to where the rooms were. She glanced up at the sign that told what floor each group of rooms were on and after saying a quick "See ya later," she was going up the stairs, bright red high-tops smacking against the stairs as she walked. Her outfit was rather simple, a snug, gray t-shirt, gray skinny jeans, a small leather vest hanging open over the shirt, and a black belt with a silver skull as the buckle slipped over her hips.<br/><br/>Once at the room door, she slipped the card inside, smirking when the light saying the door was open, lit up green. She pushed quietly inside and shut the door, then glanced around.<br/><br/>There was Mathias. She smiled as she saw that he was sleeping. It had been almost an hour since they talked. He didn't know she was in the country. Lucky him. He was gonna get the surprise of his life. Or one of them.<br/><br/>She went over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him before pulling her phone out and texting him. It vibrated and he sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Whatcha doing?<br/><br/>Sleeping.<br/><br/>That's boring.<br/><br/>Mm.<br/><br/>Wanna hear some cool news?<br/><br/>Mmmkay.<br/><br/>I'm sitting right by you. </span><br/><br/>Mathias read the texts, flipping over in surprise at the last one. His eyes stared at Kis for a moment before whispering, "Shouldn't you be in England?"<br/><br/>She smirked and shrugged. "The scenery got a bit boring. I came here to crash for a bit." Her British accent came out full force, not like when she faked an American accent for the hotel employee.<br/><br/>Mathias smiled and sat up, then hugged her. She hugged him back, then pulled away and said, "Now who's ass am I kicking?" The American phrase was weird on her tongue, which made Mathias smile as she made a face at how she sounded.<br/><br/>The young man laughed softly. "His ass was already kicked. My friend...across the hall....scared him to death nearly..."<br/><br/>Kis smirked and nodded. "Good. The bastard deserved it."<br/><br/>"Don't know how he'll feel about you being here, but it'll probably be okay. You don't plan on attempting to kill me any time soon, right?" Mathias smiled a little, joking.<br/><br/>Kis rolled her eyes and fell back on the bed, her legs hanging off the side as she said, "No. But I do plan on kidnapping you one of these days, no matter where you're at. We...are going to a bar."<br/><br/>Mathias smirked. There was no point in arguing with Kis, so he just said yes.<br/>And hoped he would live through that time.<br/><br/>Kis nudged him. "So tell me, this friend of yours. Is he cute?" She smiled as she saw Mathias blushed, and sat up.<br/><br/>"Ohhh, he is cute. Tell me, tell me, TELL ME." She grabbed his shoulders and shook him.<br/><br/>He laughed and nodded, which made her stop shaking him.<br/><br/>"He's...gorgeous...I've kissed him twice already."<br/><br/>Her eyes went wide and she smiled at him in disbelief.<br/><br/>"Hmmm, boy gets around."<br/><br/>Mathias blushed but said nothing else.