Chapter 8: Love
That infernal beeping. It wouldn't stop ringing in my ears, my skull, and every last fiber of my body. No matter how many buttons I pressed or light switches I switched, it wouldn't stop. The sound pounded in my brain driving me to insanity. That's when I called the front lobby.
I expected incompetence from the maintenance person, after all, if I couldn't figure out what the noise was, who else would be able to. When the knock came at my door fifteen minutes, or an eternity, later, I was taken completely by surprise by who I found.
There she was. Tall and slender, those beautiful green eyes and infectious smile. Her long blond hair shone in the horrible fluorescent lighting. "Hello Mr. Snape," she bubbled. "I'm terribly sorry but our maintenance worker isn't in today."
The inconvenience almost didn't bother me when the news was delivered from her perfect mouth.
She continued on. "But I do know a bit about handiwork, even though I'm just the receptionist. I figured I can give it a try."
"What's the worst that could happen?" I joked. I joked. The words came from my mouth in an unrecognizable tone. Realizing my poor manners, I invited her in.
She began searching about the hotel room, peeking in and out of every possible corner trying to find the source of the sound. I found myself watching her. The way her hips swayed slightly when she walked, the way she raked her hands through her hair in frustration, it all captivated me.
Finally she found it. "Look," she said, calling me out of my daze and over to her. "It's this thing over here," she said pointing to something sticking out of a socket. "To be honest I don't even know what it is!" she laughed.
It filled me up, that gorgeous noise that was her voice. "Is there a button to press or something?" I asked, looking over her shoulder and taking in her scent, perfume and hotel.
"Yeah, right here," she said. She leaned in to press it and the worst happened. It got louder. Much much louder. "Oh no!" she cried.
Without thinking, I took her hand and ran out the door, covering one ear with my free hand. When we were outside, the sound muffled through the door, we both began to laugh. "Looks like you didn't fix it," I said.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Snape. I thought I could help." She pouted slightly. "And there aren't even any rooms left open in the hotel. I'm sorry." We just stood there in silence for a moment. "It's alright. Thank you for trying to help anyway."
She bit her lip and looked up at me. "I hope you don't find this very forward, but if you'd like, you can stay with me in my room. I have a couch, and you don't have any other place I can put you."
I smiled at her. "That would be lovely, thank you."
And here I am, on her couch, watching her sleep.
That infernal beeping. It wouldn't stop ringing in my ears, my skull, and every last fiber of my body. No matter how many buttons I pressed or light switches I switched, it wouldn't stop. The sound pounded in my brain driving me to insanity. That's when I called the front lobby.
I expected incompetence from the maintenance person, after all, if I couldn't figure out what the noise was, who else would be able to. When the knock came at my door fifteen minutes, or an eternity, later, I was taken completely by surprise by who I found.
There she was. Tall and slender, those beautiful green eyes and infectious smile. Her long blond hair shone in the horrible fluorescent lighting. "Hello Mr. Snape," she bubbled. "I'm terribly sorry but our maintenance worker isn't in today."
The inconvenience almost didn't bother me when the news was delivered from her perfect mouth.
She continued on. "But I do know a bit about handiwork, even though I'm just the receptionist. I figured I can give it a try."
"What's the worst that could happen?" I joked. I joked. The words came from my mouth in an unrecognizable tone. Realizing my poor manners, I invited her in.
She began searching about the hotel room, peeking in and out of every possible corner trying to find the source of the sound. I found myself watching her. The way her hips swayed slightly when she walked, the way she raked her hands through her hair in frustration, it all captivated me.
Finally she found it. "Look," she said, calling me out of my daze and over to her. "It's this thing over here," she said pointing to something sticking out of a socket. "To be honest I don't even know what it is!" she laughed.
It filled me up, that gorgeous noise that was her voice. "Is there a button to press or something?" I asked, looking over her shoulder and taking in her scent, perfume and hotel.
"Yeah, right here," she said. She leaned in to press it and the worst happened. It got louder. Much much louder. "Oh no!" she cried.
Without thinking, I took her hand and ran out the door, covering one ear with my free hand. When we were outside, the sound muffled through the door, we both began to laugh. "Looks like you didn't fix it," I said.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Snape. I thought I could help." She pouted slightly. "And there aren't even any rooms left open in the hotel. I'm sorry." We just stood there in silence for a moment. "It's alright. Thank you for trying to help anyway."
She bit her lip and looked up at me. "I hope you don't find this very forward, but if you'd like, you can stay with me in my room. I have a couch, and you don't have any other place I can put you."
I smiled at her. "That would be lovely, thank you."
And here I am, on her couch, watching her sleep.
