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Alice Kirkland
Guest
Original poster
Sarah Johannson walked through the empty lobby.
"Hello?" Her voice rang through the room. Nobody answered. "That's encouraging," she said, her voice shaking. "HELLO?!"
A scruffy old man entered. "Yes, dearie, how may I help you?"
"My car broke down," she explained. "and I need a room for the night."
"Ah! A customer! Yes, follow me, follow me."
"Don't I have to pay?" Sara pointed out.
"Oh, no...no charge for a pretty young lady like you."
Sara was taken aback. She stood at five foot ten with an athletic build and greasy black hair, with a large nose and eyes the color of coal. She had never been told she was pretty.
"Er—thanks." She motioned towards her luggage as though to tell the man to pick it up.
"Oh, no, miss. We provide everything for our guests. Now, come."
Sara followed the man to her room, but was interrupted by...
"Hello?" Her voice rang through the room. Nobody answered. "That's encouraging," she said, her voice shaking. "HELLO?!"
A scruffy old man entered. "Yes, dearie, how may I help you?"
"My car broke down," she explained. "and I need a room for the night."
"Ah! A customer! Yes, follow me, follow me."
"Don't I have to pay?" Sara pointed out.
"Oh, no...no charge for a pretty young lady like you."
Sara was taken aback. She stood at five foot ten with an athletic build and greasy black hair, with a large nose and eyes the color of coal. She had never been told she was pretty.
"Er—thanks." She motioned towards her luggage as though to tell the man to pick it up.
"Oh, no, miss. We provide everything for our guests. Now, come."
Sara followed the man to her room, but was interrupted by...