The elevator dinged. The bustling of the hotel foyer cascading through the air as you step out. Light jazz music tingling through the atmosphere as you take in the crisp air of the hauling of luggage and shuffling of people. A specific person's eyes was locked to the back of your head. After your little..affair, Edward wasn't so sure why you were leaving so quickly.

With what can be deemed as a lazy smirk, Edwards footwork was light, taking off the red velvet of his bellhop jacket, and slipping on a rather formal suit jacket, nimble hands tugging onto the material (and perhaps with a bit of help from his co worker, or perhaps his match maker) he grabbed a sparkley drink perfectly set out in a wine glass and started his stride towards where you were walking. His partner had quite frankly told him he needed to use what was called 'charisma' in order to woo you. Not hauling your luggage around, even though quite frankly, it was his job. "Beautiful, what's the hurry? It's up to your knees out there.."

A hand came to clasp around yours, holding you back from the oh so unfortunate snow storm outside, it'll seem it would be better if you stayed inside the hotel, no? His drink came to rest upon a desk. "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."