After breakfast, Arrow led Chase through the luxurious halls of the hotel, his steps calm and measured, while Chase followed, still unsure of what exactly was happening.
"We're not just here for breakfast, are we?" Chase finally asked.
Arrow glanced at him. "No."
Chase sighed. "Of course not. Are you ever going to tell me what we're doing?"
Arrow didn't answer, instead stopping in front of a set of large, double doors. He pushed them open, revealing a private indoor pool bathed in soft, natural light from the skylights above. The water was still, smooth like glass, the air warm and inviting. The entire place was empty, just like the restaurant had been.
Chase blinked. "You gotta be kidding me."
Arrow turned to him, his cold expression unreadable. "You hate swimming?"
Chase scoffed, crossing his arms. "That's not the point."