Ding!
The elevator doors opened to reveal a cabaret-style room. Tables draped in white dotted the space. A stage stood at the right, along with some bleachers for a band.
"You can get out and look around a little," the bellhop suggested.
Marie whipped around, eyes narrowed. "Then you'll leave me here."
"No I won't," he stated plainly.
"How do I know?" Marie countered.
"I'll get the boot. My pop owns the place, you know."
Marie's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Why is he making you be a bellhop?
The man shrugged.
"I guess he doesn't have trust in my ability."
Quickly changing the subject, he said, "Do you want to go to your room now?"
Marie nodded.
The elevator began its descent down.
"What is that room for?"
"Oh, right. That's the Tip Top Club. Celebrities and well-off folks can have parties there. We also have an annual Halloween party."
"It's appropriately named," Marie remarked dryly.
He smiled. "We aim to please."
Ding!
The doors slowly opened to a long hallway. The little bellhop lumbered out of the elevator with the girl's bags, and Marie followed. He began to hum to himself that growingly obnoxious tune, and when Marie was going to politely ask him to stop, he interrupted himself by his own mumbling.
"510… 512…"
With a triumphant look in his eyes, he spoke, "514!"
Marie stuck the key in the door, and it creaked open. A comfortable looking Tuscan-style bed sat with a little table on the right. Placed on the table was the Bible and a ceramic lamp. A chestnut wardrobe stood across from the bed.
Marie parted the curtains and gasped. The entire city of Hollywood lay before her. In the distance, the mountains possessing the lit-up letters forming "HOLLYWOODLAND" were visible.
"This view is beautiful! Hollywoodland is stunning at night! I love this room already."
She turned to look at the bellhop.
"Thanks for all your help, er—"
She tried to make out the tiny letters inscripted on the little brassy nametag.
"Dewey." He informed her.
"Uh-yes- thank you Dewey."
"My pleasure."
He tipped his hat, swiveled around, and started walking out the door.
"Um, wait."
He looked over his shoulder at the flapper.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Tell your father that I think you would make an excellent assistant manager of the hotel."
He smiled embarrassedly.
"Gee, thanks, no one has told me that before… Wait, you've never told me your name."
"Oh—Marie. Marie Fleming."
"Nice to meetcha. Well, duty calls, so goodnight."
"Goodnight, Dewey.