Your truly

𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

      𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜

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─────────────As I was nearing the elevator, I fastened up my speed but someone grabbed my arm from behind and turned me around.

The moment I turned around, the first thing my eyes land on was the person's eyes.

He had big, doe eyes. They were a breathtaking shade of deep brown, so deep it would swallow anyone looking right through it.
His hair was messy in an attractive way, his jet-black locks sticking out of his black hoodie and covering most of his forehead which took his gorgeousness to a whole different level. He had chubby cheeks with dimple wrinkles but at the same time he had very sharp jaw-lines.
His skin was a shade of pale and milk with a hint of bronze tint.

His face was radiating a different kind of warmth as light hit it. He had muscled broad shoulders, and a bony figure.All this made him look cute and hot both at the same time.
Wait.....am I dreaming? Does he exist in real life......? No, his visuals are too pure for that....is he a God......?Or is he an angel.....yeah yeah I think so too... he came to take me to heaven......and I would gladly hand myself over to him......

"Hey, girl!". Wait...what?
"HEY, I AM TALKING TO YOU, CAN YOU HEAR ME?"  Did he just shout?
I don't get it, do angels shout?

He clicked a finger right in front of my face and I snapped back to reality.
He is a human.
"Yes?" I answered dreamily.
Eventually I got back to my senses and I snapped back at him, "What?", I replied in utter shock

"Are you a reporter? Did you follow us here?" he sternly questioned me as I blankly stared at him.
Wait...what's he talking about? Who exactly is he? Why would I follow him here?
Even though I was mentally shouting at him, the only word which came out of my mouth was, "No''.
He thought for a second and said, "No, I don't think you're telling me the truth here, your outfits and actions say otherwise ''.

Okay, now I'm starting to hate his guts. "Excuse me MrIdontknowwhatyournameis, but you can't just go around and make wrong assumptions about somebody you have just met, that's rude", I exclaimed at his rudeness.
"Oh really? So you're saying you are a guest here? At this hotel?". I nodded but he didn't seem to believe it.

"Alright miss, then show me your ID card and hotel pass, that should prove it right", he demanded. Is he accusing me of being an intruder?
Oh no he did not. How dare he. Let me prove him wrong.
I suddenly had this strong desire to take out my V.I.P king suite hotel card (which was in my wallet right now) and shove it on his nose.

Instead of replying, I put down my bag from my shoulder and started rummaging through it, looking for my wallet but my hands did not find the solid material  that I was looking for-
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I forgot my wallet.
Oh no, PANIC ATTACK! What am I gonna do now? If I don't show him my card, he's going to give me away to the guards and my whole plan would go down the drain, and I CANNOT let that happen, at least not when I've come this far.

I was about to argue with him when I heard faint conversations, "Why isn't she opening the door?".
"Do you think she's out?"
"Inform Meika?"
"No, I think she is asleep. Let's inform her tomorrow"

Oh no, I'm done for.
The guards. I forgot about them.
Their voices are getting nearer, they're coming this way. I have to do something.

What......I HAVE AN IDEA! But its gonna be insane. But then, I'd give anything to get out of this situation.
Okay, deep breath, I turned around and looked at the person in front of me, he was giving me a weird, disgusting 'as if I was some trash' look, but I shrugged it off. I didn't have the time to argue with him right now but I could definitely use him.