"A single room, hmm?" Isolde said, glancing around. "Are you plotting something, Mister—Julius?"
She corrected herself halfway through.
"A single room is all my brother could get, unfortunately," Julius replied. "But it's alright. You can take the main bed. I'll request extra bedding."
"It's fine."
"Huh?"
"Let's just share the bed."
Julius paused.
The room itself was luxurious. Wide panels of reinforced glass curved along one wall, offering an uninterrupted view of space beyond the station's shield. Just a glance, and you could see the stars.
The furnishing gave off a Sci-Fi feel straight out of a movie. Soft, adjustable lighting lined the floor and ceiling. At the moment, it was neon blue.
Julius looked back at Isolde.
"…Are you sure?"
She shrugged and sat down on the bed. The staff had already brought their luggage in beforehand.
