Miles held his breath as the man stepped fully into the hallway.
The same face. The same shirt. But not the same man.
"Mr. Elias," Miles greeted quietly, locking eyes with him.
A slow smile tugged at Elias's lips. "Still sharp, huh?" he chuckled, adjusting the cuff of Theo's shirt like it didn't quite belong to him. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me this time."
Miles' jaw tightened. "Sir, it's better if you stay inside for now."
Elias frowned. "Ah, come on, Miles. I'm craving something sweet. This man hasn't touched a single dessert in...." he glanced at the watch on his wrist, "three months, can you believe that?"
Miles managed a strained smile. "I'll get your favorite, sir. But please, just stay inside."
Elias tilted his head, clearly amused. "You always say that. Afraid I'll charm the whole hotel?"
