I had already checked in and was looking around the king suite with its floor to ceiling window looking out onto the city. I drew the blinds for some privacy and turned on the lampshade near the desk. A red arm chair sat in the opposite corner. “Ah, the stage,” I thought to myself. I handled the chair into a more prominent position central to the room. Here was were things would begin.
My phone buzzed discretely and I glanced at my watch. “on my way” the message read. I undressed quickly and showered to freshen up. I slipped on a clean pair of black underpants and pulled my clothes back on, still tugging on my blazer as I walked out the door. Heading to the elevator, I pressed ground and headed to the hotel’s bar lounge, where I selected a seat by the window which seemed most private.
My heart was thumping a little more loudly now, which I sought to calm through controlling my breathing. In through the nose for four seconds, hold for six, out through the nose for eight. Repeat. All for nothing as my heartrate skyrocketed again as I see you enter the lounge.