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Hotel Grotta Palazzese in Italy has built a restaurant into a natural sea cave formed overlooking the Adriatic

What would your OTP do on a date...
  1. At an aquarium?
  2. At an art museum?
  3. At a coffee shop?
  4. At a book shop?
  5. In a hat shop?
  6. At the movies during a good movie?
  7. At the movies during a bad movie?
  8. At a drive-thru movie?
  9. At a local park?
  10. At a zoo?
  11. At home with parents?
  12. At home alone?
  13. At a school dance?
  14. In a forest?
  15. In a cave full of crystals?
  16. At the beach at night?
  17. At the beach during the day?
  18. At the boardwalk?
  19. During an after-school club?
  20. At an amusement park?
  21. At an orchestra concert?
  22. At a popular band concert?
  23. At a pizza parlor?
  24. At a soda fountain?
  25. At a magic show?

(Thanks for 4000+ followers, everybody!)

anonymous asked:

You ever notice how Dean always leaves generous tips? Like when he pays for things, he pulls out enough cash to cover it and then some for the tips. He doesn't really count it out, he just leaves like 10s and 20s to cover it and tip and stuff.

I sort of noticed this, the way he sometimes flings money around when he’s paying the tab at a restaurant or bar, but after searching through my gifs, I’m not entirely sure it’s just about generously tipping. He tends to throw money down without counting it when he’s in a big hurry. When Sam was all riled up in 3.11 and he had to chase after him: 

Or when he’s really eager to get to a case in 4.08: 

Or to get the hell out of a restaurant because Sam’s hell wall is caving in 6.13:

Or, when he’s almost a demon and he can’t be bothered to count out the money(or eat his cheeseburger either) in 9.23: 

When he does count out the bills, it’s hard to tell how much he’s leaving (like here in 10.07): 

Or here in 7.16

In Regarding Dean, he starts to count it out and then just tosses it all on the counter: 

I think it’s probably a combo of him often being in a hurry, and him being a good tipper, because Dean understands the plight of the working man (well, not that he has a paying job but he doesn’t have much money either so) and he’s always polite to waitresses and cashiers, etc. But I also doubt he’s a huge tipper for the same reason. Doesn’t have a lot of cash to spare. But what I do find especially interesting about Dean and his tab-paying is how it fits right in with my Parental Unit Dean discourse. When he’s with Sam, he always pays the bill. It’s never even discussed. Dean just opens the wallet and throws down the cash, much like any parental unit would. He’s with Sam in almost all the gifs above, except the one from 9.23. The Regarding Dean one is the only one Sam actually asks if he has cash which is not normal at all but it fits the tone of the episode with Dean losing his memory and regressing to a younger-like state

I wish we could have seen the dynamic when the boys are with Bobby. But although we saw them eating out together a few times, alas, there was no money involved. 

Forever regrets, man. Forever regrets. 

Step One

Request: Hello~~ Can i request #2 with Seungkwan since he’s my ub and i realised that you’ve never written any seungkwan fics before >< and can you please make it extra fluffy? Thank you ♡

2) “Okay…so like…there’s only a 30% chance that we’ll die.”

Member: Seventeen’s Seungkwan x Y/N

Type: Fluff


You heaved a sigh as you shimmied out the stress in your shoulders and tugged down at the top you had on. Another scheduled date night had come to fruition with your boyfriend, and you were trying to prepare yourself for the usual theatrics. You began to go over your mental checklist of how to properly go on a date with Seungkwan.

Step one, show up on the doorstep of the dorm at exactly six p.m. You always had to meet him at his dorm. If you ever mention him taking the bus to your apartment, you would never hear the end of the whining. It wasn’t specifically that he didn’t want to take the bus (granted he was a bit high maintenance for public transportation) but he loved to show you off. If he could mention that he had a girlfriend to his members at least once a day, he would be a happy Boo. If he could actually get you in front of them, he shined with pride. 

And you weren’t about to be the one to dull Seungkwan’s shine. 

Step two, he will probably be coming out of his skin with excitement, knowing you’ll be arriving soon, but will literally act as blasé as he can when he answers the door. He’ll offer an eyebrow wiggle, or maybe a sassy sentiment about how your clothing choices were getting better since you started dating him, but more often than not he’ll just tug you in. As much as he loved to parade you around for a meet and greet, Seungkwan wanted it over as quickly as possible. 

At his core, he wanted you all to himself. Which you were more than at peace with. 

Step three, spend a moment with each of the members in the dorm at the time. On this evening, it was your favorite duo, Hoshi and Seokmin, lounging in the living area. 

“If it isn’t our favorite inconvenience,” Seokmin grinned as he enveloped you in a hug. “Seungkwannie didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“He never does,” Hoshi grumbled, standing as well to wrap you in a hug. 

“Why should I have to tell you when MY girlfriend is coming over?” Seungkwan spat, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t know, maybe because-” Seokmin began, but was instantly cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps on the hardwood. 

“Noona!” you heard a bright voice call from down the hallway. You turned just in time to see a charging Chan take you into his arms, much larger than you had last remembered. 

“What have they been feeding you?” you chuckled, hugging him tightly in return. 

“For a kid who is so shy around girls, he has no problem getting comfortable with Y/N,” Hoshi clucked, shaking his head. You knew he was trying to tease Seungkwan, and judging by the look on his face, it was working. His cheeks were now a bright red as he took a step toward you. He pulled you back from the youngest member and wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulders. 

Step four, have Seungkwan actually get mad about showing you off to his members because somehow his feelings get hurt. 

“Aish, you can’t just grab someone like that,” he clucked with a pout. “You might’ve surprised her and she may have gotten scared.”

“Only you are frightened that easily,” Seokmin cackled, his usual bright smile present on his lips. 

“Like the time I brushed my hair against your arm and you thought it was a bug and you nearly scalped me,” you chuckled along as well, sending fluttering fingers into Seungkwan’s ribs. 

“Yah, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, unwrapping his arm from your shoulders. “I do know that we have to go.”

“You always bring over Y/N just to take her away again,” Hoshi pouted, crossing his arms. 

“I’ll come over sometime just to visit with you guys,” you smiled. “And I won’t even act like Seungkwan is here.”

“Impossible,” Seungkwan hummed, shaking his head. 

“Old Divaboo is right about that one,” Seokmin sighed. “He’s too loud to be ignored.”

Step five, Seungkwan rolls his eyes and stomps out as he tugs you from the room. 

You chuckled to yourself as he was quick to intertwine his fingers between your own. He moved swiftly down the hallway and into the elevator, launching you to the ground floor of the building. 

“And what are you laughing about?” he hummed, eying you carefully. He attempted to show disinterest as he gazed at you, but it was difficult to hide his enthusiasm. While Seungkwan was his own biggest fan, he was also your biggest fan as well. 

“How your members like me more than you,” you muttered, batting your eyelashes. “Bleach my hair and give me suspenders, I’m joining Seventeen.”

“That was one concept!” he sighed. “Have you ever seen me in suspenders since?” 

“No, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be,” you laughed. 

“Well, on our next date we’ll go suspender shopping,” he grinned. “All suspenders, all the time. Sleepovers; suspenders. Water park; suspenders-”

“Do they make swim suspenders?” you asked curiously. 

“I’m positive they have everything on Amazon,” he nodded. 

The elevator doors opened, exposing you to the busy street before the dorm building. The streetlights were bright on your faces as you stepped out and onto the pavement. Seungkwan quickly guided you in the direction he planned on going that evening. 

Step six, you have no idea what Seungkwan has planned, but you pray it isn’t karaoke again. Granted, you loved his voice. You recognized the talent that lived within your boyfriend’s vocal chords and complimented him as often as you could. You did not appreciate, however, the occasions when you were forced to go to karaoke and listen to him freestyle every Mariah Carey song known to man and make sure the crowd knew he was singing about you. In his best go at English, he would mutter a small, yet enthusiastic speech about how the song was dedicated to his girlfriend. God heaven forbid if someone in the room didn’t realize you were together.  

“Seungkwan, I love you…” you trailed, looking toward him cautiously. 

“Why do I feel like a ‘but’ is following that statement,” he muttered, continuing to saunter down the sidewalk. 

“But please, do we have to go to karaoke tonight?” you whispered with a wince. 

“Why on earth would you not want to go to karaoke?” he hummed, batting his eyelashes innocently. 

“Well…uh…for as much fun as it is,” you continued. You tried to pick your words carefully as you spoke. “I don’t…I don’t really get much time with you.” 

Yes, you’d go that route. That was the reason why you didn’t want to go to karaoke.

“Oh, jagi,” Seungkwan clucked. “You get to hear my gift so often. These people aren’t as privileged. You have to learn to share my talent and quit being so selfish.”

You grimaced and let out an unintentional sigh. 

“Quit being so upset,” he hummed. “I know we aren’t going to the karaoke bar, but you’re going to have to contain your disappointment.”

You couldn’t help the slow smile that spread across your face. Your ears immediately perked up as you focused on your boyfriend. 

Step seven, immediately regret not actually going to karaoke. 

You stood before a small restaurant, it’s roof nearly caved in, and no clear door on the front of the building. 

“Mingyu hyung said it was really good,” Seungkwan whispered, a slight panic in his tone. “So like…there’s only a 30% chance we’ll die?” 

“From the food or the ceiling caving in?” you muttered, searching the front of the building in the dim evening light. You had long since turned down a vacant alley to actual find the location Seungkwan had been searching for, so it wasn’t the most well lit area you had ever ventured in around Seoul. It seemed as if the man beside you was legitimately had begun shaking as he glanced around, not at all at ease with the situation he had put the two of you in. 

“Is it too late to turn around and go to the kara-” he whispered. 

“Door, found the door,” you nodded, a bit too enthusiastically as you shuffled to the entrance hidden behind a beaded curtain. “Found it, that means we go inside now. Into the restaurant and not karaoke. Waiter is probably watching us and waiting for us to come in. No turning back now.” 

Seungkwan deadpanned as he looked at you, not at all amused by your antics. 

“If you think I’m dedicating ‘Hero’ to you ever again, you’re wrong,” Seungkwan pouted, yanking open the door of the restaurant and gliding in. For a moment he had seemed to forget how natural of a coward he was as he led the way. 

You hurried behind him, afraid to enter the falling down restaurant, but more frightened by the idea of being left alone in the alleyway. 

Step Eight, no matter the situation, Seungkwan will probably get frightened at some point.

Seungkwan gripped your hand in his, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of his grip. 

“How are you so scared?” you whispered. “Do you really think a serial killer is going to use a restaurant as a storefront for his nefarious activities?”

“Well, I didn’t before,” he gasped with wide eyes. “But I am now!” 

“How many?” a waiter asked, seemingly appearing from no where. 

“Yah!” Seungkwan shouted, spinning with a jump as he realized the new person’s presence. “TWO PLEASE.”

You couldn’t help but snort at your boyfriend’s polite yelling. The waiter lifted his brows, muttering something to himself as he led you to a booth. You looked to Seungkwan who still had his hand placed over his heart. All color had drained from his face and he looked wearily at the back of the waiter’s head as he shuffled along behind him. 

You held to his hand as you crossed the dining room, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a deep breath in. The restaurant smelled amazing. That was a good sign at least.

“What can I get for you to…” the waiter trailed, halting his sentence as he watched the two of you curiously. You looked down at your menu, thinking nothing was out of the ordinary until you looked up again and noticed Seungkwan had slid into the booth on the same side as you. 

“I’ll have a soda,” he hummed nonchalantly, looking at his menu. 

“And I’ll have…a tea?” you answered, tilting your head as you looked from Seungkwan to the waiter. 

The waiter’s eyebrows were lifted as he watched Seungkwan. Without speaking, he spun around, off to fetch your drinks and contemplate how strange the young man was that he was now serving. 

“Uh, jagi,” you whispered, sending a soft elbow into his arm. “Why are you sitting on the same side of the booth as me?”

“So I can protect you in case the situation presents itself,” he nodded confidently. You remained silent, now your turn to lift your brows as you stared at him. 

“I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because when you’re afraid, you get clingy,” you chuckled. 

“I do not!” he gasped. He looked up from the menu and eyed the restaurant warily. “I mean…we are the only people in here…so no one would hear our cries for help…but who’s thinking about that? Not me.” 

Step Nine, no matter the situation. You love Seungkwan anyway. He was difficult to consciously not love to be honest. You couldn’t help but grin like a fool as you watched Seungkwan try to occupy his thoughts by reading the menu. He was probably the squishiest human being you had ever come into contact with and you were constantly reminded by how much excitement he brought to your life. 

Whether it be sass, unnecessary memes, sensitive emotions, or a capacity to fear everything - your boyfriend had it covered. He was obviously the complete package. 

“Hey,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his. “Get the wrinkles out of your forehead.”

“What?” he grumbled, not looking up from the menu. 

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you hummed. “But I’m here. And I love you.”

The worry lines on Seungkwan’s forehead flattened out as he looked at you. His eyes were soft as a smirk tugged at his lips. “I love you too, but if you tell me not to worry, and we die, my ghost self will never forgive you.” 

You rolled your eyes and placed a light kiss on his cheek. “Deal.” 

Originally posted by happydk

The Waiter - two.
  • Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
  • Angst - Mafia - Smut (later chapters)
  • Word Count: 1699

Description: You had the time of your life with Chanyeol, but your boyfriend Sehun suddenly start showing you the attention you longed for. If your boyfriend found out about Chanyeol it would only be a matter of time before you both turned up dead.

A/N: I guess I’ll just put up two chapters tonight. I do all my writing at work, I’ve been working a lot… lmao I don’t reread my chapters before uploading (I’m so sorry for errors). If I reread them I’ll end up changing the whole thing or just delete it all together.

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. // six. // seven. // eight. (soon)

Originally posted by 19940331

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141109 Jimin's blog post - Jimin and Bangtan are back from Mexico

Are you curious about what we did in Mexico?

I knew it! That’s why I came to leave you with a lot of pictures!!

Not gonna say more, let’s just start~~

Now onwards, Mexico trip journal~~ Lets go~~~!

 

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 Like this, we boarded a flight to America! We were unable to go to Mexico directly so they said we had to transfer at America.

 

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 After all, our flight was 12 hours long so I’m a bit tired..

We had to standby for another 4 more hours in the lounge in the airport in America before leaving.

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Arriiiiive!!!!!!! 23 hours from Korea’s airport to the Mexico hotel, we have arrived!!!

Ah… We used up a whole day just moving

Even so, the night view of the 41st floor is no joke right??

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The next day afternoon, we had some time for sightseeing at Mexico’s ‘Sun’s Pyramid’

If you look below. it looks lower but we actually went to a higher spot…

Anyway, I was absorbing the sun’s Qi energy while singing Taeyang* sunbaenim’s song not knowingly~~

Also made a wish for first place~~

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*(t/n: Taeyang 태양 is also Sun in korean; it was a word playJimin was doing)

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At that place, the cactus was reaaaaly a lot. And it was thiiiis tall. Daebak. (It’s not that I’m short – –)

Also, really the most important one is in the picture below ↓

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Unbelievable…….

The fact that a restaurant exists in a cave unbelievable! @@@@

We ate delicious steak with the sunbaenims here ~~ keke sorry. kekeke

Also, we need to eat. Rehearsals.

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Our rehearsals until late and our day endssss!! Used filter because my eyes are swollen kekeke

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The next morning!! Day of performance that we’ve all been waiting for!!!

The sun is up! We arrived at the venue early for another full rehearsal!

We performed in front of 15,000 people excitingly

Also, special stage!! We performed 'No More Dream’ together with a cover group from Mexico that covers our dance.

We performed the stage with people who cover our dance well and are very passionate

Maybe it’s because they covered our dance, I feel like I’ve become a father keke Please anticipate the broadcast!!

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However, performing on an elevation in the high area of Mexico.. Ouuu… Pant pant

The sense to find for an oxygen breathing mask kekekeke (Actually Jin hyung brought it over! Actually, at any rate, a granny keke)

 

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Okay okay okay of course we dont get to rest after our performance… After washing up at home we leave immediately!!! Its bye, Mexico.

Though this picture is from the day before but since I didn’t have another one…

It’s bye bye!!!

 

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Didn’t even get a wink of sleep, leaves for the airport to board a flight back to Korea!!!

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 Undoubtedly another transfer has to be made at the airport in America… Ahh.. So hard… So tired,.. zzzz

Even so, filled with bbwaidding spirit off to Korea!!!!!!

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AAAAAAAK AAAAAAAAAK!! It’s Korea!!!!!

Let’s go home and eat! I’m hungry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like this, our Mexico trip ends kekeke Though it was fun, it was a little tough…

Even so, thanks to our fans from all over the world, we get to sightsee and have a good time. Its nice to be able to make good memories there hehe

While we were in Mexico, you didnt know what we were doing right ㅜ.ㅜ 

That’s why, after much thinking, ah! After returning, I wondered how about I write a travel journal with pictures attached but ended up with an essay.

Was it interesting?

Come to think of it, it’s been a really long time since I’ve posted a blog post keke

I’ll for sure post another one so wait for me

It’d be nice if you’re having fun all the time, every day. ARMY, bye bye

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slowburnotptrash  asked:

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, i love your writing so much. 97: “So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?”

97: “So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?”
(from +this list of prompts)

The atmosphere at their table is both icy and stifling.

Stiles isn’t sure if he should break into a cold sweat or tug off his tie; the movement of his eyes, alternating between the two opponents like in a tennis match, is enough to send his brain wiring.

He’s judging both Lydia and her father, sat across the dainty table from each other, assessing quickly the probability of snarky remarks and barely-hidden insults. Lydia’s face is a familiar mask of polite indifference, but Stiles knows her, and he knows her tells. He doesn’t look for the twitch at the corner of her mouth–that comes later, when her fury has already escalated–or a spark of anger in her eyes; he looks for the way her hands curl in her lap instead, slowly bunching up her napkin.

Lydia’s father is a tall man, which makes Stiles suspect Lydia got her tiny size from her mother, with thinning and receding hair, probably cut with expensive scissors by an expensive hairdresser. He probably has some other redeeming qualities–he did half create Lydia, after all, even if she seems to have taken more from her paternal grandmother–, but in the strained silence, it’s really all Stiles can see.

Lydia and her father have been as good as estranged for the past few years, but by some cruel twist of fate (if Stiles still believed in fate), he moved to New Jersey when they both went to the East Coast for college. Lydia usually meets her father once a year and goes alone, mostly because there have been seven hours in a car and several hundred miles separating them for the last four years. Lydia gets flustered every time the day rolls around, and he knows she’s torn between the pettiness of skipping the invite and cutting ties with her father, the remnants of her high school self-education, and the need to try, at the very least.

What Stiles mostly remembers and associates with these lunches are the early Skype calls, Lydia’s hair in a towel, the bare expanse of her neck leaving nothing to the imagination; he can still see the sharp angle of her wrists as she applies her make-up, touch by touch like she’s adding the last brushes of paint on a Vermeer, the familiar gesture made foreign by the unwanted medium of his laptop. His role was to crack jokes and speak about everything and anything; read her incorrect scientific claims he found online. Studies show, he’d begin, and listen to her pest and complain. Then he would open the notebook he kept in his desk drawer and try to give her a real challenge, an equation or a riddle or a problem. Keep me distracted had been the official request, and so he delivered.

Now his job is essentially the same, but so many little things have changed that it blows him away; it joins plenty of other small, intimate moments, in the flow that helps the sudden realization that he’s living with Lydia, having the life he’d never thought he’d have. Now, instead of his alarm, it’s the sound of Lydia getting out of the shower that woke him up that morning (she always starts getting ready ridiculously early when she has to see her father), and he’d been able to chase the small drops of water down her pale neck as he’d dreamed to do so many times.

That also means, more concretely, that he’s sitting at the same table as the Martins do, literally acting as a buffer between the two tempers, an awkward situation if there ever was one. He feels like he can hear the tension dripping from an hypothetic faucet into an hypothetic sink, and it’s taking all of his attention not to fidget accordingly.

Lydia and her father have now moved from a simple mute disagreement to an actual staredown. Her hand is curled tight on her fork, and her meal is getting colder by the minute, so he knows there is no way she’s ever finishing it, even if Mr. Martin miraculously stops getting on her nerves (or leaves. Stiles’ not that picky).

He’s halfway through visualizing the contents of their pantry (do they have enough flour to make pancakes?) when Mr. Martin speaks.

“So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he says with a forced airiness that fooled no one. He looks at her like at a petulant child, and Stiles literally has to sit on his left hand to keep himself from punching that expression off his stupid face.

Lydia answers like Stiles knows she would, and quirks an eyebrow at her father, before schooling her features in her most disinterested look. She looks back at her asparagus with a blank face and has just started to lift her fork to her mouth when Mr. Martin drags his chair back loudly.

“Excuse me a minute,” he says, tugging on his sleeves. Stiles thinks it must give him the impression to look important, like he’s just concluded a deal and hasn’t been driven away to the bathroom by his twenty-two year-old genius daughter.

Lydia stares at his retreating back with a stony look. She doesn’t say anything, but Stiles sees the surprise on her face when he catches her wrist.

“You don’t want to eat that,” he says, pulling a face at the soggy vegetables.

She sighs with her entire body and drops the fork down with a clink.

“Sorry,” she says, turning her wrist over in his grasp until his fingers brush the smooth skin the little bumps of her veins. He taps his fingers in rhythm with her pulse, waiting until it’s back to its normal low tempo.

“Do you want to go?” He asks.

“No,” she says after a while, shoulders dropping. “But can you manage the conversation until dessert?’”

“Can I?” Stiles snorts. “Have you met me?”

“I’m just concerned about you performing under pressure, that’s all.”

He makes an indignant noise, but doesn’t say anything, because he can see that little spark in her eyes is back. Lydia pushes her plate aside and fishes a pen from her purse, with that faraway expression on her face that says her mind is a hundred realities away. Her wrist moves slowly, tracing figures and numbers and curves in the air as they press in her mind, begging to be written into existence.

“Do you have paper?” she asks after a while, stilling her pen with the tip brushing against the tablecloth.

Stiles makes a show of patting his pockets down, just to see the corners of her mouth quirk up the way they do when she’s amused against her will, and hands her a crumpled receipt with a flourish.

She looks at it quizzically, probably judging the amount of junk food he bought and pretended to hide from her in the pantry (though he’s pretty sure he wasn’t the one to open the Skittles, and since he knows her cravings after sex, really, the evidence points toward her). The back of the receipt is soon blackened with enough numbers and letters to reinvent a language. Stiles has stopped trying to understand exactly what Lydia writes; he understand the curves of her deltas and the sharpness of the sevens; the way her zetas seem to bleed ink on the page and the roundness of her twos, traced with a steady hand.

Mr. Martin comes back at the same time as the waiter, and they busy themselves with ordering dessert, then eating it. Stiles tries to steer the conversation in the most neutral direction possible that is not the weather, and Lydia’s father plays along carefully, but Lydia doesn’t speak a word. She’s stopped scribbling, though, and looks more at peace.

“Thank you,” she says abruptly as the waiter places the bill on the table. She slides the little platter toward her, glancing at the paper.

“No, let me–” Mr. Martin begins, but Lydia cuts him with a disapproving noise.

“I insist,” she says, and the conversation feels so formal that Stiles has to forcefully remind himself that it’s between a father and his daughter.

In the end, Lydia wins the silent argument, and casually hands her credit card to the waiter. Stiles knows she wanted to bother her father when she ordered one of the most expensive meal on the menu, but he thinks that the sight of her independence is far stronger of a slap for the man than a costly bill could ever be. Under the table, his knee finds hers, gently knocking his support. She presses back before they get up, and the small smile playing at her lips when they leave the restaurant looks like the brightest of promises.

Some exceptional places to visit on Earth. Part 1

1 Chine: L'escalier spiral ~ The spiral staircase on the Taihang Mountains is 91 meters high.

Portugal 2: Palais de la Regaleira ~ An interior view of the Palace of Regaleira located in Sintra, Portugal.

3 Bosnia and Herzegovina: the small town of Blagaj ~ The Tekija house built in the 16th century next to the source of the Buna.

4 Romania: Merry Cemetery Sapan ţ has ~ The Happy Cemetery of Sapan ţ has area has Marmatie funeral wooden tombs, painted in bright colors.

Italy 5: The small island of Procida ~ Procida is an island and Italian town of about 10,000 inhabitants, located in the province of Naples.

6. Malta Popeye Village ~ It was built as a movie set in 1980 for the film Popeye (Walt Disney). Today it is open to the public as a museum.

7 Iceland: Falls Litlanesfoss ~ Litlanesfoss is waterfalls surrounded by basalt columns Upphéraðsvegur located in Iceland.

8 China: The mountains rainbow sky ~ Zhangye Danxia mountains were formed on red terrigenous sedimentary layers that have been eroded for 24 million years.

9 Italy: The Cliff Restaurant ~ The Cliff Restaurant (Grotta Palazzese) was built in a cave in the region of Apulia in Italy.

10. Inde : Le Chand Baori ~ In Rajasthan, the building dating from the 11th century is one of the first baoris (wells) that has solved the problem of lack of water.

11 USA: Bishop’s Castle ~ In the San Isabel Forest in Colorado is a medieval castle built over 40 years by Jim Bishop. He began building at the age of 15 years.

12 Russia: psychedelic salt mine ~ At the heart of the abandoned salt mine in Yekaterinburg in Russia. There is a wealth of Carnallite disused for several years.

13 Brazil: The natural pool at the white sand Fervedouro ~ Near the village Mateiros is a natural pool, Fervedouro. It measures 8 feet in diameter, the water is crystal blue and the ground is white sand.

14 Italy: Craco ghost medieval village ~ Craco is an Italian town abandoned it a famous tourist destination and a place for film shooting.

15. Samoa : To Sua Ocean Trench ~ “To Sua Ocean” and a piece of paradise located in the village of Lotofaga in Samoa. The place is available to the public as bathing area.

16 Burma: The village of Bagan ~ Bagan is a large Buddhist archaeological site of nearly 50 square kilometers in the Region of Mandalay in the central plain of Burma.

17 Portugal: The Color Parapluies Agueda ~ In the town of Agueda in Portugal, umbrellas of different colors are present in suspension in the shopping streets.

18. TANZANIA: Le Lac Natron ~ Lake Natron is an alkaline salt lake of tectonic origin endoreic present in northern Tanzania.

19 Germany: Bridge Bastei ~ Bastei The bridge is located in the mountains of the Elbe in Saxon Switzerland in Germany.

20 Sichuan: The Leshan Giant Buddha ~ The Leshan Giant Buddha is a monumental statue of Buddha carved into the cliffs of Mount Lingyun Sichuan.

21 Spain: The Alcazar of Segovia ~ The Alcazar of Segovia is a fortified castle, located at the end of the old city of Segovia in Spain.

22 Turkey: Tombs of Myra ~ In lycènes rocks are the rock tombs of the ancient city of Myra.

23 Netherlands: Fort Bourtange ~ Bourtange is a Dutch fortified town in the province of Groningen, which was built in 1580.

24. Bhoutan : Le Monastère Taktshang ~ Taktshang is a Buddhist monastery in Bhutan, perched on a cliff at 3,120 meters above sea level.

25 Portugal: L'île de São Miguel ~ São Miguel is the largest island in the Azores archipelago and the most populated with an area of ​​744.6 square kilometers.

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