I walk inside and flick the lights on, illuminating the room.
It looks exactly as I expected it would.
Brown carpet, curtains, and a bedspread that has a floral pattern straight from the eighties.
It's a double bed with a two-seater couch.
It wouldn't be very comfortable for a man his size, but I'm not certain I want to sleep in the same bed as him either.
"I'm gonna go and see about some food from the diner. Is there anything you want in particular?" He asks.
"I'll have something simple, like fries. I'm not really hungry." I know I should be.
I haven't eaten since this morning, but my stomach is uneasy.
After everything that happened today, it's not really a surprise that I'm not feeling too hot right now.
I'm also certain that being in a tight dress like this for so long also is
