Chapter 179: A Boring Touristy Thing... Not.
"I thought we were going to do touristy things," Melanie said, casting a dry look in Adam’s direction.
He grinned, unbothered. "This is touristy."
She stared at him like he’d lost his mind. "Unless ’touristy’ now includes traipsing through abandoned warehouses in the sketchy part of town wearing leather jackets, I think your definition’s a little off."
Adam turned, walking backward as he flashed a teasing smile. "You said you wanted the authentic experience. This is as authentic as it gets."
Melanie huffed. "Maniwa is famous for its vanilla plantations. You know that, right? I thought we’d be walking through fragrant orchards, sipping fresh vanilla tea, maybe buying overpriced soap shaped like orchids. That would be fun."
Adam’s grin widened. "Vanilla’s overrated. Unless we are talking about vanilla se* with you. Then I don’t mind any flavour..."
Her eyes narrowed at that and she swatted at his shoulder while he only winked at her.
and turned the corner, disappearing for a second. Melanie followed with a resigned sigh—and stopped dead in her tracks.
The alley spilled into an open courtyard, glowing in the late afternoon light. Strings of paper lanterns crisscrossed above, and in the center, a group of dancers swayed to a beat pulsing from hidden speakers. Bodies moved in close sync—some twirling, some grinding, the rhythm infectious and full of heat. It was raw, messy, joyful... and definitely not vanilla.