“Ryan brought the backups,” I said.

Ethan smiled and leaned back into the sofa cushions.

I shifted my weight and rested my head on his shoulder as the morning sun filled the room.

Ethan checked his watch at half past three and stood up from the sofa.

“They’re setting out the chairs.

Two men, a whole stack of them.”

I had my shoes in my lap and hadn’t put them on.

Room seven ten smelled of lemon polish and new carpet.