(Author's POV)
With her hoodie and mask on, plus the urgency to get out of the hotel, Myra didn't notice that someone was coming from the other side as well. Her steps were hasty, leaving a trail of impatience.
At some point, she had let go of Yelena's hand and was walking fast. As she turned around the corner, she collided with the other person, and a grunting, "Owwww!" escaped her mouth.
Yelena, who was two paces behind Myra, was about to catch her, but someone else beat her to it. He caught Myra's wrist just in time and pulled her right into his arms. His refreshing, soothing cologne hit Myra's nostrils, giving her a comforting feeling.
