San Francisco - Hotel Room (February 2017)

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San Francisco - Hotel Room

A rather modestly furnished hotel room in the city of San Francisco.

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***Over one year ago in February of 2017***

Andro was sitting on the bed, staring out the window for already hours. But different to the ordinary group of people, he didn't enjoy the skyline's view. He noticed it, yes, but it didn't give him any kind of satisfaction, even though it had been a while since he got to see the city lights. No place on earth was giving him satisfaction. No place was feeling like home. Not with these people in it. With this malady spreading like water down a river.

Eventually, Andro averted his gaze. There was a reason for him to have come back here. Someone. Andro stepped from bed to chair, flipping his laptop open. The picture of a woman with brown hair and red lips was looking back at him. The image didn't awake any reaction on his face. Hope van Dyne, his person of interest. A potential partner. Actually the only partner he could imagine. Andro had always appreciated her enthusiasm and the rebellious streak slumbering in her. So it was not the physical part of their relationship that had made him travel back in the end. But then, he had to lie, if he said he wouldn't recall her touch at times. Only a hint of the slightest smile was forming in the corner of his lips, was fading though not long after.

His eyes were wandering to the little text line next to the picture, showing an official but person-specific business mail address before he let his finger slide over the touchpad to copy and paste into a fresh new email.

Meet me at 8 tomorrow evening. I'll be waiting at 548 Market Street's restaurant. Rooftop.

He signed the email with an old friend before he made sure to make the sender anonymous. With one click the message was sent out. Andro didn't really think about what she would say to his offer or if she would show up at all. All he did, for now, was waiting.

After he flipped the laptop shut, Andro slowly walked back from chair to bed. And once again his look went out the window. For another hour...