“I know that if I go to my room, I won’t be able to sleep,” she pointed out.
“Are you staying here at the hotel?” I inquired.
“Yes. How about you? Where are you staying?” she asked.
“I’m staying here as well. Do you want to go somewhere quiet to talk?” I asked.
“We can go to your room if you like,” she suggested.
“I think it would be better if we went to your room. I’m sharing my room with a classmate,” I told her. She shook her head in agreement and we left the ballroom.
We took the elevator to the sixth floor. We walked down the hall to her room. She put the card in the lock and the door opened. We went inside, sat down and continued drinking our drinks.
“I have a confession to make. When you first approached me this evening, for a moment I didn’t recall you. Then I thought ba
