"Of course, I would be happy to," Antone said with deference as he took the cigarette and gestured to Boris to follow him. "It is my pleasure."
The hotel had every facility imaginable, including a coffee shop.
The coffee shop was on the fifth floor, and as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they could see a rockery shrouded in mist.
Passing by the rockery, they saw that the rooms in front of them were all made of wood. A waitress led the way and quickly led them into a room.
"Mr. Lewis, we have a performance here." Antone asked thoughtfully, "Would you like someone to play the violin?"
"No need," Boris declined politely. "I prefer peace and quiet."
Antone was very good at reading between the lines and quickly waved his hand at the female servant who was preparing to make coffee and signed her to leave.
After washing his hands, Antone began making coffee. "What kind of coffee would you like, Mr. Lewis?"
"Kopi Luwak."