we're still kids in the buses longing to be free

It just so happened that bad-timing had aligned just right, seeing that as soon as Andrew had gotten sick he'd also learnt that the one and only Jesse Eisenberg had not long arrived at the resort, seemingly by pure, honest to god luck that Andrew couldn't have at first been more pleased about. So it'd been weird being stuck inside his room for days, feeling like he was dying pathetically, when had it been any other time he'd have caught up with Jesse immediately.

They'd planned on lunch now that Andrew was back to regular health for the most part, and a little after midday Andrew left his own room, grabbing his wallet, phone, and coat, swiping his room card behind him. Jesse had mentioned when they'd first spoken that he'd been spending his time hiding in his room, and Andrew wondered how much he'd come out since then. Andrew had a vague plan where he could take Jesse (assuming he hadn't yet become as well-acquainted with the town as Andrew had and that therefore Andrew would be the one to lead). There were one or two places he'd passed that seemed to speacialize in seafood (they'd found an almost tradition in eating a lot of shellfish when they'd been filming on location for The Social Network) and a couple of book stores he knew Jesse would surely be interested in. Jesse had been having relationship troubles, and although Andrew didn't know what it was like to be with someone as long as Jesse had been with Anna, he did know what it felt like to be straining, and to feel like you were losing your grasp on a person who'd been your life for a long time. Whether Jesse and Anna were falling apart or whether it'd all be mendable, Andrew didn't know--but he hoped it would be the latter, if that was what Jesse wanted. As promised though, Andrew wouldn't try to press on how Jesse was holding up. He had a feeling his purpose that day would be more of the distraction kind.