The receptionist looked up from her desk the moment Nico stepped forward.
Her eyes widened. "Hoi hoi, Mr. Luciano! Good to see you here again!"
Kyan blinked. Again?
Nico, cool as ever, gave her a lazy smirk. "Hey, Grace," he said smoothly, like they were old friends.
Kyan's head tilted. "You know her name?"
The receptionist giggled, clearly flattered. "Of course he does. Mr. Luciano always remembers names."
Kyan squinted at Nico, who just ignored him completely.
Grace beamed. "So, what kind of suite would you prefer tonight, sir?"
Nico turned slowly, eyes dragging over Kyan like he was thinking way too many things at once. He licked his lips, then looked back at her.
"A one-bed suite would do," he said casually, voice low and confident.
Kyan's jaw dropped. "Wait—what?"
Nico threw him a sly look. "We'll manage."
Grace blushed and nodded, already tapping into her system.
Kyan? Still frozen. Still confused. Still very unsure what "we'll manage" even meant.
