Ryan and Aria stood for a moment, both locked in a momentary gaze, before she turned away from him, heading towards the door beside her.
"Well, good night, Adrian," she bid as she stepped back into her room.
"Wait," Ryan stopped her. "Do you know where I can find a mirror?"
Aira's face showed her disinterest in asking his reason for needing one. "Down the hall and to your left," she directed before returning into her room.
Ryan turned away, hearing her door shut behind him as he began following her directions, moving through the hall with quiet steps before making a left turn. In the distance was one large oak door. He swiftly made his way towards it.
Stepping through, damp air met Ryan's face, carrying with it the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. Unlike the polished decor within his room, it felt more utilitarian, built for function over comfort.
