The hotel room was quiet. The air conditioning hummed softly. Outside the curtains, Tokyo was still going, all lights and noise, completely unbothered by anything happening inside room 1247.
Soorin was on the floor with her kit open.
The kit was fine. Everything was where she had put it this morning. She was reorganizing it anyway because her hands needed something to do and this was the most reasonable version of that.
She had been doing fine all day.
She was going to continue doing fine.
Knock! Knock!
Two knocks at the connecting door.
She was still on the floor with her kit when it happened. She got up, crossed the room, opened it.
Haejin was standing on his side in a plain dark shirt, jacket gone, one hand resting on the door frame. He looked at her. She looked at him. He had the particular expression of someone who had thought of something and found it very funny.
'What the heck is he thinking?'
Then he smiled.
And closed the connecting door in her face.
