5
The pink and white theme continued through the interior of the inn. The white marble floor contained veins of grey and pink. A variety of pink-hued flowers, accented by white mums, carnations, and roses filled vases on tables that stretched along the walls on either side of the front door and on the squat table nestled amongst padded chairs, with a loveseat placed opposite the front door. To my left was another door, set among the windowed wall with a view of the alley, and led to the outside café. The corner of the building would obstruct the view my friend had, if he remained inside his SUV, so he couldn’t see the café tables.
I smoothed my hair, feeling foolish for only now caring how I looked. Acting as if I was a patron of the hotel, and beginning to believe the whisper in my mind
