Writer's pov

GLASS-FA HOTEL__NEW-YORK CITY (10:17AM)

She stood by the big glass windows in a hotel room, with a white towel perfectly wrapped around her chest and her damped hair fell on her shoulders.

She held a glass of champagne on her right hand and a cigarette on her left hand, as she looked into the busy streets of New York City... from this spot she could get the perfect view that she wanted.

The man she had came with earlier was sitting on the bed, with his back rested against the headboard and a magazine in his hands.

A duvet was covering his body to his chest level, but...