Sydney emerged from the bathroom, enveloped in the soft embrace of a bathrobe. Her wet hair was neatly wrapped in a small towel, and she strolled leisurely towards the dressing area within her room, feeling the warmth and comfort of her surroundings.
Her fingers lightly grasped the knob of the door, ready to step into the room, when an unexpected knock echoed from the entrance. Sydney paused, a hint of curiosity and mild annoyance crossing her features.
"Who's there?" she inquired, her voice casual, yet slightly piqued, as her eyes remained fixed on the door.
A familiar voice responded, "It's Truce," prompting her to release her tentative grip on the knob and approach the door.
She turned the handle and opened it, revealing Truce standing there with a warm smile, a trolley laden with delicious meals at his side.
"Food is delivered," Truce announced with a grin, his eyes meeting Sydney's with a playful glint.
