“Sorry about this, I just feel disgusting after that flight,” she said, throwing her bag on the bed. “Seriously, that guy spilled almost all of his drink on me.”
He smiled. It had been years since they’d seen each other, but she was still the same in so many ways. Hair falling in her face. That odd, not-quite simpering quality to her speech.
She gave a quick smile as she grabbed some things out of her bag “I know I said this at the airport, but you really do look good.” He returned the smile “so do you.”
He meant that, too. For everything about her that had stayed the same, something had changed. She was thinner and had a tattoo on her shoulder. Her clothes looked well made and fit her to the point that he had a hard time not staring. She was also so much more confident, now. He glanced around at the red velvet curtains and plush bed in the room she had rented for herself at The St. Regis. He supposed the type of money she was making at her job would help anyone’s confidence.