Kevin watched penny talking to the bartender with a sweet smile. Maybe she found the right person to help her escape from him apparently. He could just let her walk away but in this new country that neither of them knew where to go..well escape would be useless. A flash of smile was given to him and he could only smile back. A wrong impression could be given if they didn't play their parts right.<br/><br/>His eyes looked around catching a small cozy fire place in the corner and a stairwell that was made of traditional Japanese stone. His feet followed her up the stairs as thoughts of why they were brought here in the first place flew through his brain. The thin paper door to the right was clean as if the caretaker of the place wanted the guests to truly feel it was a clean and a safe place.There was one flat pad in the center of the room with a bowl and a towel on a small table with a pitcher of water on it as well. There was a paper door opposite of it which lead into the gardens because a small stairwell.<br/><br/>"Oww..." Penny groaned the words .<br/><br/>“ Imagine, we have to share that small bed pad. “ He chuckled taking off his shirt and folding it. There was a shirt hung up on the wall that had a tag with their new last name on it. It was a suite that was dark blue with a gray tie adorning it. Of course he would put the suite on when he found the time appropriate. But it was not illegal for a man to be shirtless.<br/><br/>“ However, I do believe the floor looks rather comfortable. I’ll sleep on the floor. You can use my shirt that i just took off as a way to try to make the bed pad more comfortable. I am hoping I can uncover a few blankets that could help make you more comfortable. “ He stepped over to the suite that was hung up on the lef wall. It was strange that they even had clothes for the two of them when their reservation was apparently not just for sleeping.<br/><br/>His hand dug through a small pocket feeling a piece of paper that was folded neatly in it. The paper was written in fancy English cursive. A sure sign that only Japanese people who new cursive English could read it. A rarity that is.<br/><br/>The words inscribed on the paper were small but plenty. He read them pausing to take in a deep breath. The boss’s reach extended this far? Or rather his enemies ..His eyes glanced at the light purple kimono meant for penny. He was technically her kidnapper but in this situation he was meant to protect her. “Don’t wear the kimono.” If they went out in that clothes they’d be targets to be killed.Not that she wasn't already but still. His job was to protect her till the boss had the ransom? Truly he didn't know. He just wanted this women to be safe and not afraid of him. They were  stuck in this together.He was as much a prisoner as she.<br/><br/>His eyes darted around the room finding a this paper door that must of been a closet and opening it to see blankets thrown in a pile carelessly.He threw two blankets towards the bed pad and proceeded to place a few of them onto the floor. Then he laid down on them thinking about the words on the paper. Fear eating at him.