As Aiden and Luna stepped out of the café, a gust of warm summer air embraced them, carrying with it the scents of city life – a blend of traffic exhaust, blooming flowers, and the distant hint of sea salt. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched along the bustling streets. Luna walked beside Aiden, her steps matching his in a rhythm that seemed almost choreographed, a synchrony born out of an unspoken understanding.
The hotel they chose was a few blocks away, a modern edifice that stood as a testament to luxury and discretion. The lobby exuded opulence, with marble floors and sleek furniture that spoke of elegance. Aiden approached the front desk with a calm resolve, his interactions with the staff brief and efficient. Luna observed him, noting the way he carried himself – the unwavering determination tinged with fatigue, a manifestation of his arduous journey through sleepless nights.
