The man picked up his phone frustratedly while leaning forward on my window before he left. Which was weird, he left angrily, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I saw him head into his car and speed away, that's the last I'll see of him I thought.
But I guess not, while I was still waiting for Kylie to come back out, he came again, instead of with a large duffle bag. God knows what's in the bag knowing these people. I just witnessed Kylie shoot someone because they looked at her the wrong way, and start making out with a celebrity star. Apparently that's what he is, everyone would go up to him asking and snapping pictures with him.
The guy goes inside the hotel and I rub my temple with my index and thumbs. I could use some sleep.
I grab my phone from the front console and dial Kylie's number. As usual, it goes to voicemail. I try calling her again but it seems like her phone is off.
I groan in annoyance and send her a quick text.
Me: I'm going home I'll see you at work
I start the engine of the car and start to exit the parking lot. There's a line to exit leaving me near the front of the hotel only a few meters away. The automatic electronic doors open and the dark-haired man exits. We remain in eye contact for a few moments before I push on the accelerator and exit the hotel's parking lot.
I drive to my apartment with tired eyes. I sigh in relief when I get into the familiar neighborhood, driving into the downhill parking lot. I park the car and go up to my apartment, and before I knew it I practically passed out on the couch.
