Twenty Five - Pancake Maker
Aly woke up in the middle of the afternoon that day. After a tiring night and much mulling, her mind and body gave up at around 5 in the morning, and she was able to fall asleep like a baby. She had gone down to the lobby for lunch—or more like dinner—when she saw the two tourists, Carl and Eric, by Fred's desk. “Hello there,” Aly casually greeted as she approached them. She was on her way to Marion, so she had no choice but to go through the front desk. When the two noticed her, they quickly exchanged knowing glances. “H-hi,” Carl awkwardly said, a nervous smile on his face. Aly’s eyes landed on the large black duffle bags situated beside them. “Checking out?” she asked. Eric sheepishly nodded. “Yes, we were supposed to stay until the weekend, but…” Fred, who had been jotting somet
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