"Morning," Rylan said after I had opened my eyes as she sits in the corner of the hotel room like she always does with a coffee on the table. Her left-hand holds onto the phone that she always looks at.
"Morning," I responded with a yawn as I tried to shield my eyes from the brightness from the outside.
"What time is it?" I asked, and I sat up in bed and noticed that I wasn't alone. Oh, crap, I forgot that I found this one down at the bar of the hotel.
"It's 10:30," She answered, and I tried to pull the sheets slightly away from the woman next to me to see if I remember how she looked like. She is still asleep, with her brown hair all over the pillow. The memory of every drink, every boring conversation, came back to mind. Rylan was also there in the back as her eyes never left me. Thos
