Monday afternoon found me standing between two hotel suites and one exceptionally inconvenient man.
"Mine's 2812," Augustus said, checking the plaque beside the door.
"And I'm 2814." I inspected the neighboring entrance. "How cozy."
"Adjoining suites. The connecting door is inside."
"Thank you. I understand architecture."
He paused. "Would you like to check that it's locked?"
"I wasn't worried."
"I didn't say you were."
Which was worse, frankly.
We entered my suite together, strictly for security purposes. Augustus found the connecting door beyond the sitting area and tested the handle. It didn't budge.
"Locked," he confirmed. "Mine will stay locked too."
"Excellent. A triumph for international diplomacy."
He smiled. "Lobby in forty-five minutes?"
"Perfect."
Then he left, taking his perfectly tailored suit and his entirely unnecessary attractiveness with him.
