Hope?“My name is Jimmy, and this is Amber.”
The man was really just an older kid. He looked pale and ready to vomit but remained strong. I thought it was more of an act to impress the girl more than anything. The girl, on the other hand, had a look on her face like she bit had into an onion. Her hair hung in her eyes and she brushed it aside several times trying to study us. Her hair had been dyed red to clash with her name.
“What were you two doing inside the hotel?” I asked.
“Well, mister cheapskate here insisted on staying at Rodeway instead of the Holiday Inn like I wanted,” Amber pouted. “All he had to do was wait until we got to 285 like the GPS said.”
Jimmy's mouth tightened. “Amber, shut up about the damn Holiday Inn already. You heard the reports on the radio.” He walked over
