"Is this Mister Maine's car ?", a voice asked the page boy who was smoking outside the hotel. Startled, the page boy turned around to face the man who had spoken. He must have felt caught red-handed because as he turned around, he tried to hide the lit cigarette clumsily behind his back. Page boys were not allowed to smoke on duty, even less should they be seen smoking by their clients, who paid a fortune to stay a night in the Grand Hotel.

"Excuse me, Sir ?", the boy asked politely. But not only had he been caught smoking by a noble guest, now he caught himself fixating him. Indeed, never had he seen someone like this man before. He was tall - probably 180 – and he wore a designer suit right from one of the Champs-Elyse's most famous (and certainly most expensive) stores. But what had caught the page boy's attention were not the expensive clothes, nor his height. No. It was the man's visuals that kept him staring. Never in his career had he seen such a handsome man. And in the Grand Hotel he had seen pass many high end celebrities. The man's long black hair fell on both sides of his hazel brown eyes. This cut, - which might have looked old-fashioned or even unflattering on most men -, just made him even better looking. His nose was a little round at the end but still perfectly shaped. And his lips... never had he seen a man with such strangely attractive lips, and god forbids he was not gay (he was happily married with his childhood love for over a decade now). But this man was something special; he could feel it right away.

"The car. Is this Mister Maine's car?", the man asked again in his husky voice. He was standing in front of the latest Maserati model. The car was a black sports car that attracted undoubtedly the eye of every person it passed by. Undoubtedly, it would fit this man a lot better than Mister Maine, the actual owner, thought the page boy.

Then another word popped up in his mind. Stunning. Of course, this was the word to describe the man. He looked throughout stunning.

Intimidated once more by the young man's beauty, the page boy only nodded to his question.

But before the guest in the suit could ask something else, Mister Maine came running out of the lobby. "Jeon where are you going?", he laughed but his breath came out raggedly; he must have been running behind the young man in the suit to keep up with him.

Indeed, Mister Maine was not as tall as this Mister "Jeon". He was rather small to be honest and even though he was wearing a designer suit, - just like the young man was -, it looked somewhat off on him; it made his legs look even smaller. But who am I to judge, thought the page boy.

"Do you've got the keys?", Jeon asked Mister Maine. "What's wrong with the limo, Jeon? Why can't you take it instead?", Maine tried to convince him. "Listen, Phil. The limo is in the back, blocked behind two other cars, Bart can't get it out. Just give me the keys already", Jeon kept urging him.

"You seem a little excited. Just give me a second and I will figure something out so you don't have to drive my car. I will get your limo out of the parking in no time!", Phil insisted. As he was about to leave for the lobby again, the young handsome man took with a swift move the keys from Mister Maine and opened the driver's door.

"God, Jeon, please!", Phil begged once more, but the other man was already seated in the Maserati.

"Jeon! Please! Do you even know how to drive a manual car?", Phil whined as he held open the car's door. But by the look of it, he must have known that once this young man was up to something there was no way to change his mind.

"Yes, of course", was the only reply he got. Nevertheless, Mister Maine he kept mumbling and stuttering but it was clear that Jeon was not even listening to one word. Instead he was fumbling on the driver stick and the mirrors.

"Please be gentle with it. It is a brand new car. I only bought it last week." While Phil was still pleading the young man to be careful or even better to get out of his car and take the limo, he only replied, "Ok. I think I get it". Mister Maine did not have the time to answer him, when he had already closed the door and the car was driving down the alley.

"Damn it, Jeon! You don't even know where you're going! You will get lost in the dark! And I love this car!", Phil shouted behind the car, annoyed. From far away one could see a hand hanging from the driver's side that was waving. It was accompanied by the young man's short reply.

"I love this car too!"

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