"Can we at least continue this conversation in your room?" she asked, turning around to face me. When I glanced back, I noticed the receptionist was secretly observing us. I let out a sigh and escorted her upstairs.
“B25?” 'I'm not sure,' she responded, a little perplexed.
"Yeah, but why?”. I inquired.
"The previous time she came here, I didn't notice," she admitted, flushing slightly. "You were supposed to be in B10,” I'll inform the manager, and he'll make the necessary changes."
"No,
I murmured as I pushed open the door. "This room has nothing wrong with it, and I actually appreciate the view."
The room had been set up as usual, and I was grateful.
Tonia approached the window and gazed out at the parking lot in front of her. "That's a nice view," she murmured as she sat down on
