Chapter 11: Room Service

Steve sat in his hotel room snacking on a mini bag of Doritos. Where was everyone? He knew she should've found him by now. Or she didn't check the chest like she knew she would. Natasha was smart… but so was Skye. He left was to think. He was sure he liked Natasha, but then he saw Skye in Paris in that dress and she almost kissed him… but the night before he left he also almost kissed Natasha as well. He sighed and aggressively bit another Dorito, mad at himself for not being able to choose. There was a knock on the door. He realized then he forgot to put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

"Room service." The young sounding woman called from the other side of the door.

Steve got up from his bed and opened the door, and yes, she was about his age, maybe a little younger. He smiled. "I think you have the wrong room." He said.

"Really?" She checked the receipt again. "This is room 44B, right?"
He checked the door. "Yes, but I didn't order anything."
"Oh, ok… well, sorry about the confusion, sir. Have a nice night." She started to leave, but Steve gently held her arm to ask her something. She turned around, shocked that he just touched him.

"Wait a minute." He said. "I have a question."

She stood back in front of him. "Ok, what is it? And breakfast ends at noon, if that's what you're asking."
"It's not." Steve said politely, not surprised that was a frequently asked question. Breakfast was delicious. "How do you make decisions usually?" He went back to his question.

"It depends." She put the tray on the ground. "What kind of decision are you making?"
"It's kind of strange."

"Not really." She studied his face. "Men are always confused if there are two wonderful girls in his life that he both likes."
"What? How did you figure out?"
"Well, you're alone in a random hotel with not suit in your room, so it's not a business trip, you ordered a burger you no longer want because you lost your appetite from thinking so you deny ordering it, and you have an empty Doritos bag on your bed, which is a stress food."

Steve's eyes widened. "You're really good at figuring people out."

She smiled. "I had a friend who always had something wrong but wouldn't tell anyone, so I learned how to read people."
"Then can you tell me what to do?" He asked, even though he knew he sounded desperate.

"No sir, I cannot. That is your job." She poked his heart as she said the last sentence. "I just work here."

He didn't know what to say. So he just smiled and said, "Nice talking to you."

"You too." She picked up the plate with the burger and put it in his hands. "Keep the burger. You'll be hungry later."

"Thanks."

She went to the next room and he closed the door and at the table in his room. Then he folded out the napkin on to his lap and proceeded to eat his burger. He knew who he chose. He would go back tomorrow and tell her.