Evelyn
Regardless, I trailed after him, striving to maintain a low profile, noticing his unusual lack of awareness of his surroundings- uncharacteristic for Jacob, who typically had a keen eye for his environment. Today, however, he seemed lost in his own thoughts.
What was happening to him? He seemed…drunk.
Had he drunk all the way to the hotel? God, no!
I observed him pause at the reception desk, engaging in conversation with the receptionist. Though I couldn't hear their exchange, her gestures indicated a room number, likely on the third floor- possibly 326, if I deciphered correctly from the subtle movements of her lips.
He nodded in acknowledgment, likely expressing gratitude, before proceeding to the elevator. As the doors closed, I hurriedly entered the adjacent lif
