Tyler:
“I am sorry, sir, but the rooms are all booked out today. There’s only one available room, do you mind sharing?” The receptionist fixes us with a gentle smile.
Iris asks. “Really?”
I look at Iris, her hands are tensed around the handle of her traveling bag, her knuckles are crimson red from tightening her hands too much and her cheeks are red from having too much wine in the airport.
“Seriously, is there nothing you can do?” I ask, clearly irritated. I haven’t been myself since we boarded the plane to Italy, though we had the same seats. I wouldn’t even talk to her and kept on staring out the window. Now I really don’t want to share a room with her.
“I am sorry, ma’am. It’s summer and people are really booking this hotel for summer.” She smiles, still holding out the key.
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