Micah used a hidden key to unlock the back door of the building and quickly flicked on the lights.
“Can I open my eyes yet?” Rory asked.
“Almost,” Micah said, taking her hand. “Just follow my voice.”
He led her through the empty press room and into a side room only he had access to. He was grateful his staff had cleaned it up as he had asked. The bar, like the hotel, had been built in the 1800’s and the previous owners had gone to great lengths to keep the charm of the space. Lanterns decorated the round wooden tables.
He led her over to a table by the window, lit the candle inside the lantern and opened the curtains.
“Okay, you can open them.”
***
When Rory opened her eyes it took her a second to process the view in front of them. The window looked out on Central Park, the setting sun turning the trees orange. A lantern sat on a table for two by the window.