She presses the remote button Lfor the curtains and they sweep open, revealing a beautiful day. The sun is already shining brightly. She dresses quickly in a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt and heads for the coffee machine. After several tries she walks to the phone and calls the desk downstairs. Mr. Nair answers. He immediately tells her he will be around to show her how to use it. Mr. Nair even shows her how to froth the milk for her cappuccino. He tells her he used to work in a coffee bar in his younger days. ‘Do you want one?’ Lana offers. Mr. Nair’s eyes shine. ‘Are you sure, Miss Bloom? We only have instant downstairs and I’d love a real coffee.’ ‘Of course I’m sure,’ Lana says and takes down another saucer and cup. ‘Ah,’ Mr. Nair says delicately. ‘I am a Brahmin and I am not allowed to drink from other people’s cups. I have my own mug. I will bring it up.’ And he does. He brings his own I Am The Boss mug. Lana opens a tin of biscuits and offers it to him.
