Page 73 of Brighter Together

“Is the lift broken?” I ask hesitantly.

“No.”

“Then why are we using the stairs?”

“Because the lift doesn’t go where we’re going.”

I look at him. “What have you done?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles.

“That answer isn’t reassuring.”

We climb one flight before we reach a door marked STAFF ONLY.

I hesitate. “Are we allowed up here?”

“Technically?”

“Tommy.”

“Yes.” He grins at me.

“That technically sounded suspicious.”

“Should I remind you that Michael is the CEO of this hotel?” he asks.

“That’s not the same as permission.”

“He arranged dinner.”

“Oh.”

Tommy opens the door and cool night air hits my face.

“Oh,” I say as I step out onto the flat roof.

The city spreads out below us in every direction, lights stretching between dark buildings and reflecting against the low cloud.

But that isn’t what stops me.

At the far end of the roof, away from the vents and machinery, a pergola has been dressed with tiny lights. A table sits beneath it with candles flickering between two place settings. Tall patio heaters cast warm light around the space.

I turn slowly towards Tommy.

“This is where we’re eating?”

His confidence disappears for the first time tonight. “I thought you might like it.”

“Might?” I laugh.

“It’s a bit cold.” He looks worried.

“I don’t care.” The excitement in my voice is obvious.

“I can have them move everything inside if you w—”

“Tommy.” I put my free hand on his chest and he stops. “This is incredible,” I say.