Standing before him was Jasmine, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders.
Her expression was a mixture of confusion and mild annoyance, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him.
Arthur's face turned beet red.
"I'M SO SORRY!" he blurted, spinning on his heel and bolting down the hallway like his life depended on it.
He skipped some stairs as he descended, narrowly avoiding colliding with a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.
Reaching the lobby, Arthur leaned against the wall, panting. "Why do I keep ending up in these kinds of situations?" he groaned, running a hand through his hair.
Before he could collect himself, a familiar voice called out softly. "Fateless!"
He stiffened, slowly turning to see Jasmine descending the stairs, now fully dressed. Her arms were crossed, and her expression was unreadable as she approached him.
