By the time they arrived at the spa, the once clear blue sky had turned orange alongside the Sun below the western horizon.
It was about 6:30pm, half an hour after the Spa closing time. All other employees had signed out apart from the receptionist who looked ready to depart with a grudging frown on her face.
'Chill bitch, shit face doesn't fit you.'
As he stood behind, carrying the basket in hand, Grace exchanged a couple of words with the receptionist, before nodding.
Throwing a quick glance at him, the shit faced receptionist walked past him towards the exit and left, obviously clocking out.
'So it's just us now huh?.'
Instinctively relaxing his shoulders for unknown reason, Miles casually glanced around and happened to catch Grace freeze in motion for a moment before resuming to leading him through the walkway to her office.
There were no words spoken, only the repeated click of their footsteps could be heard.
