"Zenos, you're home?" Hayden, who had just woken up from sleep, asked with a pleasant laugh that drifted into Zenos' ears.
Right at that moment, Zenos could finally fathom how much he missed seeing Hayden's face, hearing Hayden's voice, and everything about Hayden. His lips curled up slightly, and his blue eyes were filled with shiny light that could capture whoever stared into them at that moment.
With happiness reflecting in his blue orb, Zenos opened his luggage to unpack it. "Yes," Zenos admitted, and right at that moment, Zenos paused.
Right in his luggage, what welcomed Zenos were three paintings of him. His brows quirked in surprise, and he picked one of them up.
Zenos knew Hayden must have been the one to place the painting in his luggage when he wasn't watching.
Since Zenos wasn't the one to carry his luggage out of the suite, he didn't notice anything amiss.
