Amadeus Yancey looked at the girl's faint dark circles under her eyelids and his voice unconsciously softened, "Nathalie, do you know where the hairdryer is?"
Nathalie Quinlan had been up all night and was truly tired, especially with him dabbing at her hair in fits and starts, which made her even more sleepy.
Hearing this, she mustered up some energy and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Over there."
Afraid he wouldn't find it, she added lazily, "In the bathroom drawer."
Amadeus Yancey quickly found the hairdryer in the bathroom drawer, plugged it in, and chose a warm setting on the first level. He stood behind her again, patiently blow-drying her hair.
Nathalie Quinlan was already drowsy, and with the warm air blowing on her hair, she wanted to sleep even more.
To avoid actually falling asleep, she forced herself to stay alert and thought to ask, "By the way, Amadeus, what clothes should I wear for lunch?"