𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂 || 𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑬𝒁 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒄

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Quincy was a wanderer. In her world, the quiet night meant getting up at 2 a.m. to explore. That's just what she did.

After Quinn had split off from Junie and said goodnight, (yes lovely reader, we're jumping back in time for a moment), she did go back to her room. But after about 2 hours of restlessly laying in bed, Quincy had become stir-crazy. She never went to bed easily. 

So, quietly, she snuck out of her room. It wasn't like anyone was watching, that she knew of. But still, she made sure to turn the door knob all of the way to the side to not make any noise when opening or closing her hotel room door. She walked with soft quiet steps through the hallway and let her feet move to wherever they felt like it. 

It wasn't a long walk at all, but she seemingly flew down the hall and to the staircase, hopping down each step with ease. She found herself in the middle of the large lobby, assessing the hallways of options and which one looked to be more intriguing. 

Once again, Quinn let her feet decide and began to walk on the direction of the extravagant dining room. She grabbed the door knobs softly, turning them just how she did when she left her hotel room and entered the big room. This time though, she left the door ever so slightly cracked, making sure the door wouldn't lock behind her.

Quincy sighed, taking in the beautiful sight. This hotel was annoyingly perfect. She wandered on to the stage, lightly trailing her fingers across the big black piano.  She ran her fingers across the keys, pressing down on a couple of them softly. The noise was quiet but it brought a smile to her face anyway.

Her fingers came off the piano keys as she turned to walk the edge of the stage. She balanced on the edge, giggling to herself like a child. She hoped down from the slightly risen stage and spotted an ajar door. The next target of her wandering feet. 

Gliding over to the door, she peered inside. 

The kitchen. 

Quinn's smile widened as she let herself in the kitchen. It was dimly lit with a few under-counter lights and she decided it was best not to turn on any other lights. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed how, although the kitchen was large, it felt very homey. Like the person who ran the kitchen made it their own while still fitting the hotel theme.

She continued to walk, somehow making her way to the fridge and pantry side of the kitchen. That's when her stomach rumbled.

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A whole hour and a half had passed by. The clock on the wall read 2:30 a.m. and Quincy was whisking away at the homemade caramel sauce she was making on the stove. She had found herself all the ingredients she needed for a caramel apple cake. 

Completely unbeknownst to her, a man had entered the room. He was surprised to see that a whole 3 minutes had passed and the girl with the orange hair still hadn't noticed him, a man with pink hair. He watched her in silence, but couldn't take it anymore.

"That's my whisk." He spoke firmly but with a smile. Quinn jumped and turned around immediately. She faced the man, taking deep breathes and frowning. 

"Maybe you shouldn't leave it lying around for people to find." She answered, matching his teasing tone.

"Yea well maybe you should..." The man trailed off, not really sure how to answer. It became silent for a moment and Quinn went back to finishing her caramel sauce. She smiled to herself, feeling victorious over leaving the man speechless.

The man walked over, placing himself next to Quinn, peering over to watch her cook and bake. "I'm Mingi, the chef. Nice to meet you."  

"Quincy, nice to meet you too." She replied, not looking at him and continuing to focus on her work.