We look at each other again, not knowing what to do next. I cannot ask and she cannot do. Should we just... Would she want to simply... Is it okay to do anything in here?
"We can do anything in here," I say, trying to smile warmly and relaxed. I remember the door-opening control panel on the desk, and press the red button, locking the door. "It's safe now, and we're alone. How... did you sleep?"
"Uh... good." She seems to be torn out of her own thoughts.
"Was the breakfast okay? Did you like the tea I normally use?"
"Yes... yes, it was good... it was perfect." She seems to get grip and relax more. Her smile is warm again, like my Lana. Warm and beautiful and the best and most lovable person ever. My Lana.
We're silent for a moment again... looking at each other. Then we both, simultan
