Marianne approached them and snapped her fingers gently, pulling them back to reality. Michael instinctively stepped away from Dylan, his nervousness clear, which didn’t escape Marianne’s notice as she smiled.
"Your shirt is soaked. Come on, if you stay like this much longer, you'll catch a cold," Marianne said softly, guiding Dylan to a small apartment connected to her restaurant. Once there, she handed him a towel to dry his hair and then turned to Michael.
"Why don’t you stay with your guest? I’ll find something else for him to wear, alright?" she offered.
"My place is close, and I came on my motorcycle," Dylan replied, unaware that Marianne wasn’t one to take no for an answer.
Marianne simply shook her head, smiled, and walked out, leaving Michael and Dylan alone in the room. Micha
