We entered a grimy hotel room with vintage looking furniture in it. It had a double wooden bed and khaki green curtains. The carpet was a beige colour that matched the sheets on the bed. It was a pretty basic room with one chest of draws, an old telephone on the side table and a door which entered into the bathroom. I walked inside and perched myself on the side of the bed. Michele locked the door and shut the blinds and curtains so that no one could see in. I’ve never seen him look so on edge before, it was starting to frighten me.
“What about our clothes?” I queried as I looked down at the fact I was wearing nothing but a long formal dress. Michele looked at me with a numb expression and took off his suit jacket.
“We will get some tomorrow, nothing will be open now” he replied.
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