After making sure that the coast was clear, Viggo snuck into the service stairwell. He had spent a few minutes the previous night trying to find a way to get to the roof, but now that he had the path memorized he walked confidently up the stairs.
Devoided of his restrictive wedding suit, he climbed the stairs with lighter steps. He felt much more like himself wearing his brownish shorts and a green t-shirt.
He opened the door at the top of the stairs and frowned when he noticed a figure standing next to the roof's balustrades. He quickly recognized the woman that had been on his mind since the previous night. Her pale skin and red hair shining in the moonlight, she was even more beautiful than he remembered.
He closed the door behind him and approached her. "Looks like it's my turn to provide the alcohol." He showed her the champagne bottle he had stolen from Vera's hotel bar.