Ava
I stare at her in confusion while she sizes me up.
“As in Natellie?”
“You know me?” she asks and I take her hands lazily staring her up and down.
She doesn’t look like the Natellie from the picture.
“No” I answer. Having wasted too much time giving her an eerie look. What sort of coincidence was it that another Natellie shows up?
”And you are?” she asks.
I smile at her.
“The masked girl” I pull my hand from hers. She doesn’t seem happy about my reply.
I sidestep her to pick my robe. For some reason, I don’t want to talk to her without some kind of cover.
“How long have you worked here?” I ask a bit interested.
“Not long. You?” she throws the question back at me, then looks around and answers it herself. “I guess long enough to have your room.”
She gives me a smile that
