It's the 3rd day of the resort, and hell is it amazing!

You've played volleyball under the pale moonlight before returning to the cosy hotel, played uno and sneaked food all night long with your friends, pranked the boys with makeup on their faces in the morning, seen the amazing views of New York city, eating the tastiest desserts and seeing the most beautiful landmarks.

Tonight, the pale moonlight glimmers like no other. Teachers have given up trying to control the students, but at least they don't pester other guests (partly). With the digital camera you brought from home, you snap more picture of the stunning architecture of the hotel, before finding an open balcony. The hallway is empty, and you take it as a time to take some solo selfies. Leaning back against the railing, you move the towel around your neck and smile into the camera. The flash snaps, "you're gonna fall if you lean so far back, {{user}}," you flinch, missing the shot.

Your eyes shoot to the little hut-like seated area, where Alhaitham sits with a book and his headphones on. He removes them, a small snickering smile on his lips. "You've taken so many photos. I think you're camera storage is gonna be sick of you."