Waking up the next morning, she turned over on her stomach and looked over at the alarm clock next to her bed. It read "9:35 am". She sighed and slowly closed her eyes again. Flopping around the bed, she didn't get much sleep, after looking at the time. Slowing getting up from her bed, she grabbed her glasses and looked around the room. All her friends were either on the floor, arms falling off their beds, or snoring away. None of them were up yet, and they needed to leave within a couple of hours. She slowly pulled her blankets off her body, but not wanting to wake the girls just yet. She was going to give them about another half hour sleep. They came home about three in the morning, and didn't sleep until four forty five, rather she didn't. They were already sleeping, when she was finally in her bed, exhausted. Making her way to the bathroom, her calf muscles were on fire, her arms were sore, and her body was still aching. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror and was horrified, but laughed. Her hair was a mess, her face was something of a clown, and you could tell she was tired. Smiling at herself, she didn't care at this point. She heard her stomach ruble and knew it was time for breakfast. She did clean up, and looked at least decent. Exiting the bathroom, she walked back to the room, and looked around again. There was still not movement from her friends. Sighing, if no one was going with her to breakfast, perfect time to call home, and read for a bit, before the wrath of her yelling would wake them up.
Grabbing her phone, the room key and her book from the table near the door, she exited the room. She placed the room key in the book, as a bookmark. Heading down towards the elevator, she looked around. They have been coming to the same hotel for the past three years. She already knew the staff members, made friends with the people in the front, the valet parking – everything. She loved the people in Vegas. They were always friendly, and they made her feel like home. She was wearing a hoodie, some black and white sweat pants, and her mismatched socks. She felt at home, and was going to dress like it, when it comes to the mornings. She pressed the down button, on the elevator, and watched as the numbers came down. She waited and heard the ding. Not looking up, she walked straight in. Having her items in her hands, she placed her cell phone in her pocket, except for her book. She looked at the title thoughtfully, and smiled. It was a book that was given to her, by one of her co-workers back in New York. How did her co-worker know her love for romance novels, and cute ones – she would never know. She was on the twelfth floor, and the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Looking up a bit, they were a bunch of teenagers – who were excited to be here. She just laughed silently to herself, and waited until they hit the lobby once again. Finally hitting the lobby, she let the rambunctious teenagers go on ahead of her, and she sighed to herself. A headache was slowly forming and it was increasing with each passing second. Sighing softly, she began to rub her temples very slowly. Looking up, she sighed once again, and smiled. Walking towards the front of the lobby, she smiled softly.
"Good morning, Ms. Hellsing. How did you sleep?" said Alfred, one of the main concierges. He was an older gentleman, and he always reminded her Grandfather, and that alone made her smile. She looked his way, and smiled. "Good morning, Alfred. I'm doing well, thank you. How are you doing this morning?" she said, smile still placed on her lips. "I am doing well, Ms. Hellsing. And you have a package here. Would you like it now, or when you are done with your breakfast?" he asked, with a smile as well. She gave him a confused look and walked closer to the desk, and stood there. "Are you sure I have a package? No one knows I'm here, except work and family. May I ask who sent it?" she asked, shocked written all over her face. Alfred turned his back for only a moment, and a look of disappointment was written on his face, when he looked at her once again. "No, I'm afraid not Ms. Hellsing. But, I can say they are just beautiful." He said, with a smile once again on his lips.
Curiosity got the best of her. "May I have the package now?" she asked Alfred, and laughed softly. He laughed as well, but turned to get her package. Coming back up, he had a small bouquet of flowers. Beautiful red, pink and white roses graced her face. "Here you go, Ms. Hellsing. I hope you find your suitor." He said, as he handed her the flowers. She smiled towards him, and took the flowers. She placed the flowers to her nose, and they smelled heavenly. She smiled brightly, and held them close. She nodded her head to Alfred, and walked to the dining room, with a stupid smile placed on her lips. Reaching the dining room, she looked around, and saw some the plates and what not. She walked over to the plates, and tried to pick up a plate. As soon as she grabbed the plate, it slipped from her fingers and it the carpet floor. She sighed, and bent down to pick up the plate, when another hand reached for it. She went back up, and saw the same blue eyes from the night before….