Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge.
He slowly kneels in front of her.
She nods. Thanks him silently.
Lana sits cross-legged on a woven rug. She hears a floorboard creak. She looks up. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat
He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips. Low light
The GROUNDSKEEPER (30s, flannel shirt, quiet confidence) holds her leather journal. He extends it. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat