"Miss Selika, is there anything you need help with?" The restaurant waiter politely inquired.
As cruise ship staff, they remembered the first-class and most second-class passengers.
This pair was especially easy to recognize.
"Prepare one... no, two meals. Do you have milk and juice?" Each word Selica Darel uttered was accompanied by a sibilant sound, like wind passing through a narrow gap.
The waiter had to lean forward a bit to hear what she was saying in the restaurant: "Uh... no juice, madam, but we do have some milk. Would you like us to deliver it to your suite?"
"No need, I'll wait here."
"Alright, it won't take long, madam."
The food was prepared swiftly. Selika Darel carried the tray back to her room's door and gently pushed open the carved wooden door.
A man sat in the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Rare pitch-black hair, and even rarer, mysterious deep eyes like black gems.
