When he felt that she had considerably calmed down, he wiped her tears with his handkerchief from his pocket. Then, he dragged her across the hallway and ushered her inside the elevator.
"Where are you taking me?" Amelia asked, a little perplexed with his action, but she still cooperated with little resistance. They stood side by side in the elevator as it slowly went down.
"We are going to get some coffee. You will pull yourself together before visiting your friend." Evan offered, taking charge of the situation.
Then, the elevators opened to the lower level, where he guided her toward the small coffee shop. There was hardly anyone around, probably because most were sleeping at this hour.
A few minutes later, Evan handed her a hot coffee and a sandwich. "I thought that you might be hungry. I am." He indicated that he also bought himself one.
