There was an urge to ask if he really didn't know who she was, and then she realized that it might be fun to stay anonymous. She was usually the face of the business, Phoenix hiding in the shadows. For once, she thought maybe someone didn't already know a thing about her. It felt freeing after having to send that last message to Hailey.
A small debate over if she should prove it, if her new vacation self was the sort. She occupied herself by putting the joint out in the little ashtray, and with a click of her fingers the weed and ashtray were tucked back under the bed.
"We do," she breathed, all thoughts of proving out the window. "You don't match, we should fix that," she said, while scooting closer, wanting to help remove his shirt. "What brought you to Morocco a mere fifteen minutes ago?" she queried softly. Her ego wondered if he had come all the way there for her, but how in the world did he know where she was? There was no chance... Was there?