The parking lot in front of the hotel was vast, but only a select few vehicles were privileged enough to park here.
The distant commotion formed a stark contrast with the surrounding tranquility.
Suzanne Trent leaned her head back, eyes wide open and focused on Mason King, who after securing her seatbelt did not immediately retreat and maintained silence.
As their gazes locked for a while, she distinctly saw a gathering darkness within the man's eyes.
She raised her hand and yanked the oversized men's trench coat draped over her forward, pulling its collar high enough to hide half her face. She then glared at him warily.
Having had some alcohol herself, she could not smell any on Mason King, and so was not certain if he had been drinking.