Just as I had suspected not a rom-com, but we did get pizza. It's not the sort of pizza I'm used to though; not greasy and heavy, making you feel ill immediately after eating. It's lighter, fancier, made especially for us by the kitchen downstairs, perks of living in a hotel I suppose.
I laugh the entire way through Anchorman, curled up into Rhodes's side balancing my plate of half eaten pizza on my lap. My head rests on his chest and it shakes as Rhodes laughs along as well; though he claims he's watched it at least fifty times he still finds the jokes hilarious. His laugh is one of my favourite noises, and I didn't know that having a favourite noise was even a thing.
"You gonna finish that?" Rhodes gestures to my now slightly cold pizza still sitting on my plate. I shake my head, my
