Leonard reclined on the plush armchair in his hotel suite. In his hand, his phone vibrated softly, signaling a new message.
He glanced at the screen, a smile playing on his lips as he read Becca's update:
She's here.
Leonard's smile deepened, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation curling in his chest. He had always delegated attendance at these conventions, finding them tedious and redundant. But this year was different. The possibility of seeing Katherine again, in a professional setting no less, had been too tempting to resist. And now, with Becca's confirmation, he knew he had made the right call.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He rose and opened the door to reveal Becca, her expression composed, as always.
"Hei, Becca," he greeted, stepping aside to let her in.
"Good evening, Mr. Ford," she replied, entering the suite with grace. She carried a tablet, undoubtedly filled with notes and observations.
