Sean opened his eyes first.
The suite was bright. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything gold. The city below was already moving. Busy. Loud. Alive.
Up here though, everything was quiet.
He turned his head slowly.
Olivia was still asleep beside him. Her red hair was spread across the white pillow like sothing out of a painting. Her face was completely relaxed. Peaceful. All that nervous energy she carried through dinner and the drive over was completely gone now. She looked younger. Softer.
Sean stared at the ceiling for a long mont.
Last night was real. Nothing calculated about it. No quest. No rebate chanic pushing him in any direction. Just two people who found each other at the right mont.
That honestly scared him more than Rebecca ever did.
He reached for his phone quietly, careful not to wake her. He checked his balance. $723,480. The number still felt unreal.
He put the phone down and reached for the hotel phone instead.
"Good morning. Room service, how can I help you?" said the voice on the other end.
"Breakfast for two," said Sean, keeping his voice low. "Your best spread. Eggs, fruit, pastries, fresh juice, coffee. Whatever your chef recomnds."
"Of course, sir. Twenty minutes."
He hung up and leaned back against the headboard. He pulled his phone out again and looked at Vanessa’s card sitting on the nightstand. Her personal number written on the back in clean handwriting. He’d call her eventually. But not today.
Today felt like it belonged to sothing else.
A soft sound ca from beside him.
Olivia stirred. Her green eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light. She looked at the ceiling. Then at the window. Then at Sean sitting up beside her. Everything ca back to her at once because her cheeks went red imdiately.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
"Morning," said Sean.
"Morning," said Olivia. Her voice was small. Careful.
A beat of silence.
"You okay?" said Sean.
She thought about it genuinely. Like she was actually checking herself internally. Then she nodded. "Yeah. I think so." She paused. "Are you?"
"Yeah," said Sean.
Another silence. But not uncomfortable. Just honest.
Then Olivia laughed suddenly. Quietly. Into the blanket. "This is so awkward."
"A little," said Sean.
"I don’t know what to say," said Olivia. "I’ve never..." She stopped. Looked at him. "You know."
"I know," said Sean simply.
She looked at him for a mont. Like she was trying to figure out what he was thinking. "You’re very calm about this."
"Would you prefer I panicked?" said Sean.
"No," she said. Then she laughed again. Properly this ti. The awkwardness cracked open and sothing easier ca through.
Sean smiled.
A knock at the door.
"Room service."
Sean got up, grabbed the hotel robe, and opened the door. The cart that ca in looked like a magazine spread. Fresh fruit arranged carefully. Eggs three different ways. Warm pastries still steaming slightly. A full pot of coffee. Fresh orange juice in a glass pitcher. Even a small flower in a vase.
Olivia sat up in bed, blanket still wrapped around her, and stared at the cart with wide eyes.
"Sean," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Did you order all of this at..." She checked the clock on the nightstand. "Seven forty-five in the morning?"
"Seed necessary," said Sean.
She shook her head slowly. "You’re insane."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it keeps being true."
They sat across from each other at the small dining table near the window. Both in hotel robes. The city spread below them, impossibly wide. The morning felt easy. Like they’d done this before in so other life.
Olivia bit into a pastry and closed her eyes. "Okay. This is incredible."
"Worth waking up for?"
"Worth everything," she said. She picked up her coffee and looked at him over the rim. "Can I ask you sothing honestly?"
"Sure."
"Last night," she said carefully. "Was that just... a thing? Or was it sothing?"
Sean looked at her. Green eyes. Serious now. No gas.
He put his coffee down. "It was sothing," he said. "Don’t think it wasn’t."
Olivia nodded slowly. Then she looked out the window for a mont. When she looked back, her expression had changed. More open. More vulnerable than anything he’d seen from her so far.
"Sean," she said quietly. "I know this is fast. I know we literally t yesterday. But what I feel right now sitting across from you is more real than anything I’ve felt in a long ti." She t his eyes. "I like you. More than I probably should after one night. And I think I could fall for you properly if you let ."
She held his gaze. Not begging. Just honest.
"I want to be with you," she said. "Is that crazy?"
Sean was quiet for a mont.
He liked her. Genuinely. More than he expected to from a party he only attended to collect a system quest. She hadn’t asked about his money once. She pushed back when he was vague. She laughed at real things. She admitted last night’s awkwardness instead of pretending it didn’t exist.
Which was exactly why he had to tell her the truth.
"Olivia," he said carefully. "What happened last night was real. I’m not going to sit here and pretend otherwise. But I can’t give you what you’re asking for right now."
She went still. "Why?"
"Because I’m not ready to commit to anyone," said Sean. "Properly. Where my head is right now, what I’m building, who I’m becoming... I’m not in a place where I can be soone’s boyfriend and actually an it. And you deserve soone who ans it."
Olivia looked at her plate. A mont passed.
"Is there soone else?" she said.
"No," said Sean. And that was true. Rebecca was still technically his girlfriend in this tiline. But that was over the mont he woke up at eighteen. Rebecca was a ghost. A mory with legs.
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