“Cassie, please open up,” he yelled again, knocking insistently on the door. “I really need to talk to you.”
The door behind him opened and he turned to stare at the older woman who stood in the doorway.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he said, “but my girlfriend has locked me out and I don’t have a key.”
“She’s not in there,” the woman said and Brian’s eyebrows shot up.
“She’s not?” he asked.
The other woman shook her head. “She packed up and left,” she said. “Like that.” The woman clicked her fingers.
“Do you know where she went?” he asked, pulling out his phone.
The other woman shook her head again. “No,” she replied, “but where would she have to go at this time of night?”
The woman retreated back into her suite and closed the door. Brian scrubbed a hand through his hair, regret
