The hotel lobby, which was extremely lively last night, has now been cleaned and is completely empty, as if last night's bustle was just an illusion.
Philip Shaw walked towards the door.
The phone in his pocket rang softly. He took it out casually and answered it.
A very cheerful and gentle female voice came through the phone.
"Philip, I'm now traveling with a group and have come to Barcelona. Do you have time today? How about you come over and treat me to a meal? Let me tell you, this time out..."
Before she could finish speaking, the call was cut off by Philip Shaw.
Ellen Candi, who had just left the airport with her suitcase, stared blankly at her phone, which already showed the call had ended, feeling a bit confused.
Did Philip Shaw's phone run out of battery, or was it stuck? Anyway, after all this time, this was the first time she'd encountered Philip Shaw hanging up on her.
