Late Night Company

"Noticed you ladies didn't eat much at the dinner," Ian said, standing at her hotel room door. "Thought you might need a late-night bite." He held out a small bakery box.

Celine accepted the box with a polite smile. "Thanks."

"Night," he said, not making a move to stay.

"Goodnight," she replied, closing the door a little quicker than necessary.

She leaned against it and exhaled.

Outside, Ian stare