Ren,
“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Elliot. Welcome to the Marriott resort.” A gruff voice came turning me to the source snatching me away from the trance of me admiring those black beauties on my foot. A man, wearing black and white attire came to me, taking the bag I didn’t realize I was holding from my hand.
“Our room is ready I suppose?” the words came from my mouth in a husky tone which I didn’t realize was mine.
‘Do I have a sore throat?’
I tried coughing it away.
“Yes, Mr. Elliot, I will take you there.” The black-white man said. “I am Thomas Rivera, manager of this resort. It’s a pleasure having you here.” He introduced stretching his hand forward and said, “let me take you in, you are our most precious guest.”
I felt like I was watching a movie in which I was the main character
