Granny
The boys who also were in the diner yesterday are asking for a place to sleep.
"Yes, room twenty-two for you," I say while handing over the key.
"How can we find that?" the taller one asks.
"Upstairs and then the third door to the right," I say. "Have a good time."
I wave at the boys as they're on their way upstairs.
Right after, Gold walks in.
"Good afternoon Mr Gold," I say.
Almost everyone is scared of Gold, and everyone needs to pay him. Or, well, everyone with a house or other buildings in Storybrooke.
"Good afternoon," Gold says. "Are these strangers sleeping here?"
I guess he has seen them before and his face tells me he doesn't like them very much.
"Yes, is that wrong?" I say, but I already know the answer and that is a no for me, because they're customers and they pay me.
"No, no. Of course not, but Regina cannot know it, she doesn't like them at all," he says.
I know why he says it, but Regina doesn't seem to like anyone so if she can't know about the boys, she also can't know about all the other – two or three – customers I have.
"So why are you here really?" I say, guessing he just wants money or something.
"One hundred and twenty-three dollar, please," he says. "Or can't you pay your hotel."
He comes to ask that once in a while. Sometimes the bill is higher, sometimes lower.
"Of course I can pay the bills," I say and I hand over the dollar bills.
"Thank you. Have a good day," he says while walking away.
"Have a good day," I reply, but he doesn't seem te hear it.