Lanie
We climbed into the car, the silence charged. When Andrew pulled up to Hotel Crystal, I audibly gasped. The place was the swankiest hotel in the city. Erica and I had gone there for afternoon tea once, just to feel fancy, and we’d been blown away by how put-together the place was.
“I couldn’t wait another block,” Andrew explained, stopping at the valet stand. Taking our bagged dinner, he handed over the keys and led me inside.
The hotel’s lobby shined like each inch of it had just been waxed. Gold and white blocks of diamonds led the way to the front desk and then to the elevator. He stopped by the front to grab the key, and I was grateful for a chance to catch my breath.
“Ready?” He smiled and motioned for me to join him at the elevator.
“Sure,” I mumbled, not at all sure of my
