LILIANA
“Goodnight, ladies.” The man tells us the moment we step into the hallway with several doors.
Before I can turn and bid him the same, he disappears into one of the rooms.
Rachel shrugs as she clasps a hand on my shoulder. “He had a rough day at the diner. When he comes home beaten up, sleep is his therapy.”
I nod in understanding. “Days like that.”
“You're welcome to stay the night here. I'm afraid the room is a bit bare but we'll make do. We didn't expect the pleasure of your company.” Rachel says as she rummages through her purse for something.
“It's fine. I'll manage.” I try to reassure her but she's occupied with struggling with her purse. She sports a comic frown.
“Where's the stupid key?” She hisses. Her features brighten and she raises the key with a triumphant har
