He checked the dial again. The gold casing caught the light, a silent witness to his restlessness. In this room, time didn't move forward; it drifted, like the smoke from his neglected cigarette.
The door creaked open, revealing a silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. She stood there, draped in a trench coat that looked far too heavy for the spring heat, her hair a wild, teased halo of 1960s rebellion. She didn’t say hello. She simply walked to the center of the room, her gaze fixed on the watch on his wrist. Hotel Courbet Tinto Brass Watch 60
