I glanced at the files in his arms and asked, "Aren't you going to their office?"
"Not here," Nick replied without looking up. His voice was calm, steady. "I had food sent to the room. Eat first, then rest."
I paused for a second. That kind of care felt too natural for him, like he was used to thinking a step ahead. Still, I nodded.
Our rooms were already arranged. A bellboy guided us upstairs and stopped at the door. "Your meal has arrived. Call reception if you need anything else."
Even though two rooms were booked, the food was delivered to Nick's suite for convenience. We thanked him and stepped inside.
The moment we entered, the air felt softer, quieter. Everything was already in place, like the room was waiting for us to stop moving. We had worked since the early flight, and now hunger and fatigue finally caught up with me.
I ate quickly, then stood up, planning to leave him to finish his work. Nick glanced at me. "Stay here. Rest. I'll leave later."
