Late... headache, Marco reaches over and feels the empty post where Yelena just was. She did not seem to be the type that forms emotional attachments, yet here she was the first one to reach his private room instead of an hotel room. Marco had patterns, predefined scripts clear limits. In a way - this is what helped him let go and enjoy the night. One of this patterns was "never take anyone to your room".
Yesterday was different, he was in control until he saw her high on bliss. It has been a roller coaster ever since. For a client he would have booked a hotel room, but Yelena threw him off balance. But why? She felt unlike any other... mysterious, skilled in the art, probably a lot more experienced than him... Yet it felt as if he was leading her, showing her who he really is, who she really is. She is probably used to walking away the day after never looking back. He wanted her, but he was not sure that there can be an happy ending for this particular story.
Time to wake up! He thought and clapped his hands; It was a smart home system installed over 50 years ago, oddly enough it was still working and the primitive trick indeed opened the windows.
Everything looked different as sunlight flooded the room, Marco quickly ordered the room putting it back to normal. He then put on some casual clothes, and picked some clothes that seemed to be similar in size for Yelena. He left them neatly on the now organized bed.
He could hear the water running, she is still in here.
He took a look at his com link:
@Marco{Arc}>>
<<...I dunno how you live this life. It's great, but...oh man, not what I was expecting. Jaysus, I didn't even go home. You manage to bail alright? Need to recover, but I'll see what i picked up...
He replied:
Dear Arc,
Last night indeed was intense - and I am glad you enjoyed it. It was a bit too much fun -for me too, not all my nights are like that. I am good though, I just booked a taxi.
What do you feel about lunch and a bit of planning? I can cook at my place or you can pick a nice spot. I have a feeling that we’ll need to see that club again soon.
Yours truly,
Marco.
@Marco{Marina} << Hey Blackie, did you miss me? I know you did. We should meet soon to discuss soup kitchen give me a buzz when you can.
Kisses, your lady M. >>
Dear Lady,
Of Course I missed you. I am a bit busy but will call you as my schedule clears out.
It is great hearing from you.
Yours truly,
Blackie.
Replying to her reminded him about his crazy dream last night. That darn dream again... have I seen these toy rabbits before? Never mind that, time for some real breakfast.
His next stop was the kitchen, he took a bunch of vegetables out and skillfully turned them into a rich salad. In parallel he was able to make a nice omelette, and a couple of toasts. He hoped that along with some cheese it would be a good way to start the day. Food was a big passion for Marco and touching the ingredients himself was a lot more satisfying than anything that ever came out of a machine. It made little economic sense - but he liked it that way.