"Of course it's a good thing. I wish he traveled every single day. Better yet, a whole year straight."
He paused, then kissed her again.
"That way we could be together every day."
Marjorie didn't push him away. She leaned into him instead, resting her head on his shoulder, one hand settling on his thigh.
The expression on her face was perfectly clear from where I stood.
Contentment.
The kind that comes from being loved. From being wanted.
After dinner, they went downstairs and got in the car.
I hailed another cab and followed.
The car finally stopped in front of a hotel. Not some budget chain. A high-end business hotel.
The two of them walked into the lobby hand in hand.
I trailed behind, watching through the glass of the revolving door as they approached the front desk. Rufus pulled out his ID. The clerk processed them. The whole thing took less than two minutes.
Smooth. Practiced.
Then they turned and walked toward the elevator.
I stood where I was, staring at the motionless floor number above the elevator doors, and I stood there for a long time.
People passed through the lobby around me. Someone glanced my way, but nobody cared who I was.