“Why are you here?” I asked him and he just raised his eyebrows.
He looked like someone that I knew before. I looked at him carefully and observed his appearance. He is confused about what I am doing now.
“What are you doing Ms.? You are so weird,” he said and the receptionist earlier moved the loser towards us.
“Mr. Ventura,” she said and smiled at the man I am talking to right now.
“That woman wants to talk to you earlier. I am glad that you are here in the lobby also, I am afraid that I might let her know your room number,” she said, so annoyed, and looked at me.
“Thank you for the information,” he said to the lady without even glancing it back like how sticky this woman looks on him.
“Why do you want to meet me?” he said and then crossed his arms.
“You are the?” I said as I fina
