Cyra and Zane walked out of the bank under the polite stare of the TS. Cyra looked at Zane who sucked the residue taste on his tongue. His greedy look almost made her buy a warehouse full of the drink for him- she had enough money for that.
She ruffled his soft hair, ''Do you want to have a haircut?'' his hair was butt length with no red strand of her hair braided to his. Zane touched his hair and recalled other short-length hair he saw on the men when first he entered the city.
''But I want it shoulder length.'' he doesn't want his hair that short. Walking into the hotel, Cyra saw a hologram showing Rooms and a penthouse suite in blue color, the rest were dim.
She looked around and found nobody to attend them, she looked at Zane beside her who clicked a room by curiosity. What he pressed opened up with pictures of the room and a blue button appeared at the edge asking if they wanted to pay.