Nikita

I step out of the hotel restaurant, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, when I spot a familiar face in the lobby. My eyes widen slightly in surprise.

? I call out, a smile breaking across my face as I quicken my pace toward them. Oh wow, what are you doing here?!

I pull them into a warm hug, the kind reserved for family, before stepping back and shaking my head in disbelief. I'm here for a work conference — something about quarterly strategy nonsense. Are you staying here too?