A ... date?

You watch the city for several minutes, unsure how to break the awkwardness in the silent hotel room. Thankfully Blue seems to have an idea to spend the rest of the day.

"So, Amber, you ever been to the museum next door?"

You shake your head.

"Well Gramps used to take me there all the time for his conferences, and I think it's the type of place you'd like. So why don't we check it out?"

"I'd love to! Are we heading out now?" you confirm. You aren't that excited to go out on a date with Blue but you figure it's better than spending the whole afternoon in the hotel room with him. You gulp down your nervousness and smile at him as he leads you out to the hall and to the elevator.

When you get to the lobby, you can feel many eyes gravitating to your backside. That bastard Blue must have really put an obvious handprint on your ass cheek, which still stings from his repeated smacks earlier. You grab his arm and rush out of the lobby, eager to escape the stares.

Once you reach the sidewalk you let Blue take the lead again over to the large building next door. The building is made of stone, with many tall windows letting lots of light in to the entirety of the building. As you need the entrance you see the large words "Pewter Museum of Science" proudly carved above the entryway. You climb the steps and Blue steps forward towards the middle pair of a trip of large double doors. He pulls one of the heavy doors open and gestures for you to enter. Apparently he can be a gentleman when he really wants to be.

You step inside with Blue following behind. To your left is a soulless gift shop with every kitschy souvenir you'd expect, and to the right is the restrooms. Straight ahead is the turnstyle and ticket booth that you'll have to stop at to enter the museum proper. The two of you step up to the ticket booth where a skinny blonde college student sits bored. No doubt he only interacts with a handful of guests per hour.

"Entry for two," Blue tells the attendant.

"That'll be 64 total," he replies in a deep, monotone voice.

Blue reaches into his pocket, then starts to panic as he checks all his other pockets. He looks at you, embarrassment obvious on his face. "I forgot my wallet," he sheepishly tells you.