Refreshed and fully awake, Maria called down to the front desk.
‘Hello?’
‘Hello, er, Miss Roman, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, in room 110. I’m ready to leave now.’
‘Yes, and how can we help you?’
‘Is your bar open?’
‘Yes, Miss Roman, should you wish to use it, there are a fine selection of beers and wines or, if you prefer, we have coffee, tea and juices.’
‘Thank you very much. Goodbye.’
The thought had not been there before, but picking up her bag hurriedly, she knew she had to check the bar. Pausing at the full-length mirror, she ran her hands down her dress, half-turning so she could see her back. Pleased with her look, she leaned in to check her make-up and tidy her hair. It was strange, but it was almost as though she could see herself through his eyes and he liked what she saw.
Walking
