Kaama was soaked. A powerful rain broke out, despite the fact that it was meant to be sunny and dry, and Sturm rains were unforgiving.
So he looked like a wet cat.
The elevator ride up to the Stheno Corp's representative's room was long. Way too long actually, who would want to live on such a high floor?
The voice of his colleague ringed through Kaama's head.
"Cafe date and now a hotel room invitation? You guys are moving along real quick!"
What has he gotten himself into? He's found some coffee burn fetish freak who's gonna try to get him to do it again. Kaama cursed everything that led him to this moment.
Unrelentingly, time flew until he arrived at the right floor, still wet from the rain, and it was time to knock on the hotel room door.