The strong aroma of food caused her eyes to flutter as her arm ran their length on the bed. The room was pitch black except for the chandelier that covered the room with a golden hue. The bed held a familiar cologne she could distinguish from the aroma that had woken her up.
She noticed the cologne came from a suit jacket she recognised at once. It made her not panic for some reason, but it still didn't erase the fact that she didn't know where she was. This is obviously not her room.
The sounds of footsteps insidiously increased, making Sylvia sit upright, her back resting on the bed frame. A tired sigh escaped from her lips. Just how long has she been sleeping?
Her eyes darted to the door and it opened, showing a familiar feminine figure holding a tray of things she couldn't decipher.
"Claire?" she asked, squinting her eyes in the dark room.
