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Tristan, but perhaps I’m relying on it too much. It’s becoming my go to solution. It’s not going to be easy, I know, but I can do it.
    I think…

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    There is a fragrance here, a distinctive aroma of zooming tuk tuks and hustle and bustle that is uniquely south-east Asia.
    And the heat is uniquely south-east Asian too. As soon as I step out of Suvarnabhumi Airport, the heat rains down on me like an eternal hot breath. I’m really happy I’m here in Bangkok! Mostly I’m happy to be on flat land again, and in one piece - I’m surprised that I made it through the flight okay.
    Having half a bottle of merlot helps, as well as this handy rubber band distraction technique I looked up. It involves placing a rubber band around my wrist and every time I feel twitchy, I pop it against my skin.  The redness on the inside of my wrist proves that I got twitchy, a lot. 
    Turbulence is a bitch, too, and unfortunately common. I cringe when I think back to how many times I had to ask the stewardess for help when the plane shook. I’m rather proud of my behaviour on my first flight without prescription drugs, though. Hopefully, I do better the next time. Maybe Tristan is right – the more I fly, the more I’ll get used to it. The muggy heat presses on me, and within five minutes my sweat has my halter dress clinging to me. It’s a nice change from winter, and after a forty-minute drive in the taxi I step into the hotel lobby, relieved at the air conditioning, which surely must be on full blast.
    The Purple Lotus Riverside hotel is classy without being over-the-top opulent. The white marble floor shines as well as the tables. In fact, it’s completely white, with an iridescent orange wall where reception sits. To my right, I see a large, sparkly green-tiled wall. It feels like I’ve stepped into the future. As soon as I walk in, I’m greeted with Sa-wat-dee Kah by friendly and gorgeous female hotel staff. I walk up to the receptionist, her hair is immaculate in a tight bun. 
“Hi, I’m here to check in. Lacey Ryan.”
She gives me a friendly and checks the computer screen. “Yes, Ms. Ryan. You have been upgraded to a Premium Deluxe Suite, Level 14—”
What? Gabe booked the rooms, he wouldn’t have allowed this to happen. “No, I was assured my room would be a Standard Room on Level Two. Can I just have a normal room?”
She smiles politely, trying to avoid a why-are-you-protesting look. Typing quickly, she frowns.
    “I’m sorry, all our lower level rooms are booked out. Your upgrade is complimentary, by the way,” she gives me a wide smile. “You had a joint booking with Mr. Sasse and the upgrade applies to both your rooms.”

“Can I have the standard room: on Level Two?”
Poor girl, she looks extremely confused. “I apologise Miss Ryan. All our rooms are booked out.”
That won’t do. I’ll find something around here. I just want to drop my luggage first, and I’ll meet up with Gabe later.
“Sorry, I would like to cancel my booking.” I lean in to whisper to her, I don’t want to make her feel like she’s done something wrong. “I’m scared of high buildings. It’s not your fault.”
Grabbing my suitcase, I turn around and get out of there. Even if it’s a massive downgrade, it doesn’t matter. There is no way I’m staying on any level with double digits!
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    “I’m such a shit, I’m so sorry. I told them that you needed to keep your room but they said no. Not to mention you didn’t get my text until you spoke to reception. I’ll cancel my booking and book a room next to you,” Gabe says. I think he’s literally said sorry twenty times in the last minute. I put the phone on loudspeaker and throw it on bed as I start unpacking. 
“No don’t! It’s not your fault you have a freak of a best friend who can’t get into a lift. The hotel is gorgeous, by the way. I’m not letting you cancel the room.”
“What about you?”
“This place I got is great! A lot