KRISTOFER BROZ
The dinner goes well, and when the bill arrives, I pay, even though Louise tries to stop me.
A woman doesn't pay the bill, at least not when she's with me, no matter who she is.
On the drive from the restaurant to the hotel, I notice she was tense.
I can read exactly what her body is saying.
She's gripping the steering wheel tightly and isn't as talkative as before, but that won't last long.
When we arrive at the hotel, as soon as she stops the car at the entrance, someone approaches to open the door for her, and she gets out without even looking at me properly.
“Get Dr. Broz's suitcase from my car and take it to the presidential suite. Quickly, he's stressed... Tired from the trip and needs a good, long night's sleep," she says, taking a deep breath and swallowing ha
