Adrian kept his word; after kissing her, he let go immediately.
Before leaving, Serena turned back for one last look.
The man lounged against the sofa; from her angle, his sharp Adam's apple was accentuated by the tilt, and his long-boned hand dangled off the armrest.
The overhead light bathed him, and his pupils were midnight-dark and deep, yet somehow empty and detached.
Serena quickly left private room 819, rounded the corridor, and ran straight into Angela Linton before she'd even gone downstairs.
"Just bumping into you saves me the trouble of searching." Angela linked arms with her, didn't ask why Serena was on this floor, and pulled her along to push open the door to the room in front.
"Our class reunion's pretty much over; it's boring, let's head to the next round."
Serena was lost in her own thoughts and responded absent-mindedly, not bothering to ask Angela which "next round" she meant.
