In the evening he takes her back to his favourite hotel. Pushing her into the bed and kisses her until she almost forgets her own name. Her fingers drape against his back, denting into his skin as he moves inside of her. His eyes lock on her's the entire time, unmoving elsewhere. Almost as if he looked away, she would disappear into a fragment of dust, moving through the wind farther and farther away from the solace of his presence.