One night, logged
20:10, she arrives at your hotel in Knightsbridge and you take two stools at the bar. 21:00, supper, in the restaurant or sent up. 23:30, the street outside goes quiet, and so does the evening. The hours after midnight are simply unhurried company. 06:15, the breakfast trolley knocks: coffee, eggs, the window. She leaves as the ten hours close, taking the lift like any other guest.



