The Fault In Me

Ava woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ear. She had set not one, not two, but 10 alarms to ensure she woke up on time.
"Just in case I turned into a sleep ninja overnight," she joked to herself. It was 8:00 AM sharp, and Ava felt refreshed and ready to take on the day. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling the softness of the hotel bed. She got out of bed and began her morning routine, starting with a refreshing shower.As she showered,

Ava thought about her plans for the day. She needed to have breakfast, check out of the hotel, and head to the airport for her flight. She felt a sense of excitement and relief, knowing that she would soon be reunited with her mom. After her shower, Ava got dressed in a comfortable outfit - a pair of dark jeans and a light blue blouse. She styled her hair, leaving it loose and natural. Ava was allergic to makeup, so she opted for a fresh-faced look instead.

Ava grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. As she walked in, she was greeted by the friendly staff and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food. Her stomach growled with anticipation as she scanned the menu.

On the other hand, Dean's luxurious suite was a testament to his high-end taste. The spacious room was adorned with elegant furnishings, plush carpets, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. The suite's décor was a perfect blend of modern sophistication and classic elegance.

Dean had retired to his suite at 5:00 AM, exhausted from a night of scrolling through social media and obsessively checking the security cameras. He had a hard time shaking off the feeling of being watched, and the cameras provided him with a sense of comfort and control.

After a few hours of restless sleep, Dean woke up feeling groggy. He stumbled into the opulent bathroom, where he indulged in a refreshing shower. As he stood under the warm water, he felt his muscles relax, and his mind began to clear.

Once he finished his shower, Dean wrapped himself in a plush towel and walked into the spacious closet. He selected a crisp, white dress shirt and a pair of tailored black pants. He dressed quickly, his movements efficient and practiced.

Just as Dean was adjusting his cufflinks, his phone rang. He picked it up, answering with a curt, "What is it, Pat?"

"Good morning, sir," Pat's voice came through the line.

"She's in the restaurant, ready to have breakfast." Pat says.

"Of course she is, She wouldn't miss a meal for the world, would she?" Dean says with irritated voice.

Pat responded, "Yes, sir."

"Alright, let's go meet her. I'll be out in two minutes."Dean's tone turned commanding.

While Ava orders her favorite breakfast that is nothing but 'Scrambled eggs with toast and sausages' she calls a young waiters and tells her order.

"Would you like Anything else Mam" she says.

"Yeah, one coffee please make it strong" Ava says while picking her cell phone.

"Sure Mam will get you the order" Waiters says and leaves.

While Ava opens her social media account just to notice a weird user name that says 'Deanweirdoo' Ava couldn't help but burst out laughing. All the people starred Ava while she was just laughing.

On the other hand Dean's eyes remained fixed on the computer screen, his expression unreadable.

"What's gotten into her?" he muttered to himself.

Just then, Pat's voice broke the silence.
"Sir, what's the plan? We can't just sit here chatting her up. We need to extract some real information, don't we?" Pat's tone was laced with concern, his eyes darting nervously between Dean and the screen.