Carmen scuffed down the corridor towards the elevator. She felt released being away from her husband... Not that it was his fault, but she needed to be away from him for a while. She still felt guilty about her thoughts earlier and just couldn't stand to be around her love in such mingled feelings...<br/>Carmen watched herself in the mirror in the elevator and realised that she was heavily underdressed for a hotel like this. But then again, it was right in the middle of the night and no one else should be around anyway. Plus she always thought that tracksuits are underrated and that some women (including her of course) can look damn sexy in those things. She smiled about this thought and felt way better. 'There you are!' she thought to herself, glad that<em>Old Carmen</em>, who cared about her appearance and not about a stranger from the restaurant, was back in her head again. She pondered to return straight to her room for just a second, but then the elevator door opened and she stepped out in the hall. 'Old Carmen smoked as well' she thought smiling and looked around. Nobody was around, only the young girl behind the counter at the reception noticed her and smiled gently. Carmen smiled back, nodded at her and towards the night-bar. She stepped around the corner and the moment her glimpse caught the guy at the bar she nearly lost ground. She only saw him from behind, but there was absolutely no doubt that it was him: Adam! From one second to the other she got a racing heart and she just wanted to turn around and run away... But something stopped her...