Walking through the dimly lit corridor, Brandon murmured under his breath, "Room number four…"
He stopped in front of the door marked with a small silver plaque, pushed it open, and stepped inside.
Naevora was lounging on the wide couch that faced the massive glass wall overlooking the arena floor, showing the current ongoing match.
She had a slice of watermelon in one hand, its juice glistening on her fingers as she took a lazy bite.
She glanced up as he entered.
"Brat."
Brandon closed the door behind him with a soft click and dropped onto the couch beside her.
Before she could even say anything, she lay down, resting his head comfortably on her thighs.
Naevora paused mid-bite, but she didn't push him away.
She shifted slightly, adjusting her position so his head settled more easily against her thighs.
Brandon exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Comfortable?" Naevora asked dryly, taking another bite off the watermelon.
