Xavier stood there, unmoved as frustration zipped his coat halfway, only to have it jam. "Open the door, hazelnut." He sanctioned in the annoyance of the creaking noise.
Ave left her luggage there and ran to block the doorway. "It's Peter." She mouthed as if she was afraid that he will attend her voice.
Fortunately, yet out of her proficiency, the doors, as well as the rooms, were soundproof. No owner would take risks such as using the normal thin doors when most of the thalassophiles and travellers are couples who travel through yachts. Peter was almost shouting across the door and that was why it erupted inside.
However, at her timid reaction, he found himself puzzling over. "I think I know."
Her slow, worried gaze slid to lock his with hers. "I can't face him. I am all drenched." Sh
