Back at hotel Magnífico...
In the elevator...
Making an entry, the suited man adjusted his necktie as he stood elegantly before her. The door of the lift got shut but that cologne that was intimidating to her nostrils could not be mistaken.
She sized him with her eyes and realized that he was the man on the dark blue Retro suit.
'Oh no, could it really be-"
Looking at him in astonishment, she muttered, "Nathan?"
At first Nathan tried to fake ignorance, because in his defence, had she not wittingly snubbed him at the reception area? So, it was obvious from then on that she needed no sort of formality. But, who was he fooling? It was obvious that his cologne had already given him away; the one she'd bought specifically for him from Italy, and he'd vowed to always wear during their yatch rendezvous. Guess old habits die hard, don't they? Or should he say, old fragrances die hard?