SUNDAY
Natalie awoke to a strange sound of rattling metal. Opening her eyes, she saw that a hotel staff member was wheeling a breakfast tray into their room at the Grand Lisboa.
Realizing that she was wearing nothing but her bra, she quickly pulled the covers up over her head, trying to hide her face and her body while the room attendant set up their breakfast.
“Mm goi,” she heard Finn say to the room attendant on his way out.
As soon as she heard the door to the room close, she sat up straight in bed.
“A little heads up would have been nice!” she exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at Finn.
“Ah, you’re up!” he replied, ignoring her comment. “I ordered breakfast.”
“Yes,” she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. “And in return, the room attendant’s service tip was a
