A voice pulls me out of that state.
"Madam..."
I look up. One of the employees is at the door, with a tray.
"I brought you coffee... and breakfast."
I blink.
"Thank you."
My voice comes out soft. She enters, leaves the tray on the table. Everything is... perfect.
Fruit, bread, coffee as I like it.
That... I love it and it never ceases to amaze me.
"Ethan...?"
"The gentleman indicated that everything should be to your liking."
My chest tightens, but in a different way.
I nod.
"Thank you."
She leaves and I stay there with the tray, with the coffee, with everything.
I take the cup, the aroma rises. I close my eyes for a second, drink and then... something changes.
Small, but real.
I'm fine, really. For the first time in hours... I'm fine, I'm distracted. Lost in my thoughts..
