That smile makes Xavier's breath hitch in his throat. For a split second, the fear is gone. Replaced with a strange feeling, like cresting the highest hill on a roller coaster. And then he's lost it, his brain leaping back to his parents. His sister.

Xavier casts one final, brief glance toward the tallest floors of the hotel. Nisha can handle herself. The less his mother sees of him at this point, the better. Showing up drunk will only make things worse. And on top of it all, there's the matter of the guy standing in front of him. And that smile, however brief.

"Okay." Xavier nods, looking a little less unsure, more intrigued. "Where to?"