When Gin woke up, I was already done in the shower and preparing the dining table for the meal I prepared. He was checked-in in a VIP suite with a complete package, a bedroom, a small living room, bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table that was good for four-person.
He stared at what I prepared in awe before he waked beside me and kissed my forehead. I smiled and urged him to sit so we can eat as long as the meal was still hot and newly cooked. Of course, I prepared a soup for him in case of a jet lag.
"Ah, yea, jet lag plus this damn headache that makes everything seem to be spinning."
"Do you want an Advil?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No, I don't drink Advil. I have a prescribed med for headaches."
Prescribed meds? But I didn't see any doctor's prescription
