"Monty! Wake up, sleepyhead!" Romy's voice sang through the cozy hotel suite, as he gently shook Monty's shoulders. "You didn't come all the way to Switzerland just to hog the bed!"
Monty groaned dramatically, pulling the blanket over his head. "Five more minutes," he mumbled. "My dreams were just getting good."
Romy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "Were those dreams about me?"
Monty peeked out from under the blanket with the fakest innocent look ever. "Maybe."
"Flirt," Romy chuckled, tossing a warm sweater at Monty's head. "Come on, let's explore Switzerland like proper honeymooners."
And so, after a lot of convincing, mild whining, and some good ol' coffee bribery, the two finally headed out into the crisp alpine air, wrapped in winter coats, matching beanies, and silly grins.
Over the next three days, Romy and Monty wandered through fairytale towns, snow-kissed forests, and scenic mountain trails. They took awkward selfies with chocolate-stained lips, fed friendly deer, and rode cable cars that made Monty scream exactly once before pretending he wasn't scared at all.
But the real highlight?
Skating.
Monty had never skated before, and it showed.
"Okay," Romy said patiently, holding Monty's hands. "Just slide your feet gently, like you're dancing."
"I don't dance," Monty muttered, wobbling like a baby deer. "And I definitely don't skate."
"Correction—you skate like a drunk giraffe."
"Rude!"
Monty slipped again, and Romy barely caught him in time. Their laughter echoed around the icy rink, breath clouding in the cold air as they slowly (and awkwardly) found a rhythm.
By the third day, they were comfortable. They were laughing more. Monty was no longer flinching every time Romy reached for his hand. There was something soft about the way their shoulders bumped when they walked, the way their eyes lingered just a little longer than before.
That evening, wrapped in the thrill of it all, Romy turned to Monty with a cheeky grin. "Wanna make this trip legendary?"
Monty blinked. "How?"
"Night club."
Monty blinked harder. "What are we"
"Exactly," Romy winked. "Let's go dance like nobody's judging us."
Later That Night…
The club pulsed with neon lights and thumping beats. Romy, sipping a cocktail with a raised brow, watched as Monty—clearly tipsy—took over the dance floor like a tornado of uncoordinated joy.
Monty was spinning, clapping, and wiggling in ways Romy was certain weren't legal in most European countries.
"Oh my god," Romy muttered under his breath, watching Monty's latest move—which looked suspiciously like an octopus trying to salsa. "She's… adorable. But also mildly dangerous."
Monty spotted Romy and pointed dramatically. "YOU!" he shouted over the music. "Get over here and dance with your wife!"
Romy laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think the world is ready for that duet."
Monty wobbled over, grabbed Romy's hands, and forced him into a spin. "Too late! The world has been blessed!"
Romy laughed so hard he almost forgot how badly Monty danced. Almost.
When they finally stumbled out of the club, giggling and out of breath, the sky cracked open.
Raindrops poured from the sky like some overly romantic movie script had just come to life.
"Oh no," Monty said, staring up at the sky.
"Oh yes," Romy whispered.
Monty looked at Romy… then did the most Monty thing possible. He started dancing. Right there. In the middle of the street. In the pouring rain.
"Monty!" Romy shouted, half laughing, half panicking. "You'll get sick!"
"Too late!" Monty shouted back, spinning dramatically in slow motion.
Romy groaned. "You've also got the vocabulary of a soap opera!"
But then… he joined him.
The music from the club still faint in the background, Romy grabbed Monty's hand and pulled him close. The rain soaked their clothes, but neither of them cared. Under the hazy yellow glow of a streetlamp, they danced.
It wasn't coordinated. It wasn't graceful.
But it was theirs.
Monty's laughter filled the air as Romy spun him, dipping him playfully in the middle of the wet street.
"You're insane," Romy whispered.
"And you like it," Monty grinned.
they get into the car, where Romy tries to lean in and kiss Monty, taking a step closer with the intention of expressing his feelings. However, Monty gently stops him, not allowing the moment to go any further. Just as the atmosphere becomes heavy with unspoken emotions, Monty's phone rings. It's a call from Prem. The moment Monty hears Prem's voice on the other end, a wave of sadness washes over him, and his expression changes. Monty is visibly upset, leaving Romy confused and concerned.