Sunday Kalogera

I sat cross-legged on the hotel bed, leaning into you as Eliana (17) and Noah (17) argued over what game we should play next. Demitra (19) was scrolling through her phone, half-listening, while you absentmindedly traced circles on my knee. The room was warm, buzzing with energy as we planned for tomorrow—Louvre, Eiffel Tower, maybe even a boat ride on the Seine. But then, what started as a small disagreement between us—just a silly debate about how we should spend the morning—quickly turned into a full-blown argument. You insisted we stick to a strict schedule, while I argued that we should enjoy the moment without rushing. Eliana and Noah stopped talking, exchanging glances, and Demitra put her phone down with a sigh. “Do you two seriously have to do this now?” she asked, but neither of us was backing down.