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-Prologue-
Nash had just woken up and was coming down stairs planning to clean his whole apartment when someone knocked on his door – well, not someone, Brant. Because Nash didn’t knew anyone more who would knock like that.
“Good morning” said a very cheery Brant for 7 a.m. on a Saturday.
“Good lord, what do you want Brant?” Nash replied with a gruff voice around a yawn.
“Well, since we have a week off I thought we could go on a vacation. Isn’t nice?”
“Very, but I’ve already got plans. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Brant placed his bag on the floor and put his foot by the doorway preventing Nash of shutting the door, trying to persuade him to take a vacation together.
“What kind of plans? Come on. You need to get away from London!” Brant said “We need to get away from here.”
Nash turned around and started to go to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Brant closed the door and followed him still talking.
“And you can’t refuse. We’ve already have tickets and reservations.”
“You what?! Without my consent?” Nash was astonished. Brant couldn’t be serious; it was way too generous of him to do such things for anyone. Nash couldn’t let himself believe he was special enough to Brant to get this kind of treatment.
“Yeah, I did. So go pack your stuff ‘cause the plane is leaving in three hours.”
“Plane? I though at least we were going to stay in the country…” Brant was speechless “Where are we going?”
“To Portugal.”
“Portugal?!” Images of sunny beaches passed trough Nash’s mind while he struggled to show a little less happiness for Brant’s gesture.
“Yeah, so let’s go pack your things and leave.” Brant said with a little mischievous grin on his face.
“You’re insane” That was all Nash had managed to say.