“Why is it so, may I ask?” She said, a surprise look in her eyes..
“Coming to my second favourite city and staying alone in another hotel would be very lonely. So I chose the same hotel.” He stopped in his walk, turned and looked directly into her eyes. “I have my memories sharing my room. It’s the same room, 202.”
She could locate some quietness in his eyes that had settled within him, as if permanently lodged there.
They reached the gate of the Asia Guest House by now.
“Let’s sit at the open bar?” he suggested.
“Yes,” she nodded. “That’s a nice idea.”
He allowed her to climb the three steps first. The open bar was vacant. The main bar was beyond the balcony. What was called the open bar was the balcony. It had cane chairs and stools and a few cane couches, a few single and a few do
