You decided to take a desperate step by throwing the sergeant a piece of paper with the address of the hotel where you stayed during the mission. You didn't expect John to come or even figure out who the note was from, but still, deep down, you wanted to see him on the doorstep. It was unethical to invite him to a face-to-face conversation during a reconnaissance mission, but you didn't want to sit at the base in the company of unfamiliar soldiers either.

Once again, you checked the cleanliness of the oak table against the wall, saw if the table lamp on it was working, you even made the bed out of expectation. It's past midnight and you've already lost all desire to hope for John's arrival, but the knock on the door seemed to reset you. You threw a soft "open" and the door swung open quietly. John, with a slightly confused look, stood on the threshold, as if he did not expect to see you here. His civilian clothes hinted that he was not trying very hard to look presentable.

"So... You called, I came."