I had a restless night and woke up early, my internal clock still messed up from traveling. After making a coffee, I stepped out onto the balcony to take in the city view. It was quiet, with few people around. Soon, Landon came to the door.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A couple of hours. The time difference is throwing me off,” I explained.
“Same here. Are you hungry? Want some breakfast?” he offered.
I hesitated for a moment, but since I had eaten at the restaurant last night, I thought it would be alright.
“Yeah, I could eat,” I said.
So, he went back inside and ordered room service. I followed him in, closed the door to keep the cold air out, and sat at the table, looking through the book I had brought with me. I was trying
