Anna's Lucy
John had woken up in Jamie's room, well their room, wrapped up in strong arms and sheets.
Which led to another round of making out. All biting, raucous laughter and sharp, bony angles. Sweat, spunk and saliva. They'd dozed for a while longer, until John had extricated himself reluctantly on grounds of really needing a shower. After unsuccessfully attempting to drag Jamie in with him, John had finally left him sprawled out across the bed, flipping through a room service menu.
John sang loudly in the shower. So it was only upon walking back into the room, towelling his hair dry, that he noticed the sound of Jamie rattling off potential food combinations had ceased. Jamie was nowhere in sight.
Figuring Jamie might have decided to go down for food after all, John got dressed quickly. He grabbed one of Jamie's shirts, relishing the change and the symbolism, only bothering buttoning a couple of buttons(and they were mismatched at that). He left the cuffs open, and pulled on his jeans. His hair was curling naturally from the shower, and purpling bruises peppered his shoulders and neck. Padding out of their room barefoot, he made his way down the restaurant, figuring Jamie would have probably headed there first. He was slightly irritated that Jamie had gone on without him, but he figured Jamie was maybe hatching a surprise, or only popping out for a short while.
He was walking through the lobby when he spotted Lucy. He waved over at her, smiling broadly.