A one-night-stand was an art form he nearly perfected through years of practice, with the final stroke on the canvas being him, leaving just before dawn. Theo rolled out of his bed quietly, careful not to pull the slumber from the stunning brunette curled up beside him. He slipped into his trousers. His mind proved too groggy for him to bother with a shirt. With the plushly carpeted floor insulating his footsteps, he soundlessly exited her room.
He was already in front of his own suite when he realized he didn’t have his keys with him. As if fate still wasn’t done playing with him, another early riser emerged in the corridor. "Good morning,” he greeted them normally, as if he weren’t half-naked and his hair wasn’t a mess. “Before you say anything -- yes, I’m evading a woman I slept with last night, and yes, I accidentally left my keys back in her room. You don’t happen to know how to pick locks, do you?”
