After she checked in, I treated her to an expensive meal on the second floor, as if a death row inmate was having a road trip meal. She ate very little, as little as she talked, and her face stayed taut. I said that I could still break the contract now. She said "NO" again, nine times in total. She ordered a bottle of red wine, and I drank it with her, but as we drank, tears fell from her eyes. She said she said to me than to parents say more words, I did not expect her so trust me, but I fooled her. Such a big city, it is impossible not to find high-rise hotels with exposed balconies, even if you can not find, then find a higher hotel roof terrace can always be it. A fall from the third floor would leave them both half dead, which was the last thing she wanted to end up with. She thought
