Elena quietly entered through the side passage into the lounge, where only Dolphus stayed.
He was draped across the sofa, his head settled against the rear.
The glass door separating the lounge from the box quivered with echoes of voices and bursts of laughter. Through it Elena could see the group of executives she had met earlier at the airport, all still celebrating. She drew her gaze back and moved closer to Dolphus. Before she could utter a single word, his eyes opened.
“Why are you here?” His voice was low, Dolphus straightened himself and reached for his glasses.
“Richard had something personal to handle,” Elena answered softly. She stepped closer and lifted the tea for him. “He asked me to come for you. Are you alright? Should I fetch you a cure for the ache?”
Dolphus accepted
