Moving On

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I could see Allen was upset . After he left yesterday, i didn't hear from him again. I didn't see Megan too and I wondered what she would look like if i was to pay her a visit. I decided to see her anyways, despite my fears.
I knocked once I got to her room and she opened the door for me. Her eyes looked distant a bit and I panicked . She ignored how i reacted and lead me to her bed. I made myself comfortable on her sheets and she did same before crossing her legs and lighting a cigar.

" Did you just light a cigar ?" I looked alarmed and she rolled her eyes .

" Not now , Sky. Please "

I placed my arms by my side and looked around uneasily. I witnessed how broken Allen looked yesterday yet see me here , barely trying to work things out for Megan's good.
I looked at Megan and thought of a way to distract her for a moment.
" Do you want to go out ? Let's go wine tasting like last time "

" No, illd rather just be here .You still have those your operas ?"

" I do actually " I said and whipped out my phone. I leaned on her pillow but she was still very busy smoking so I tapped my fingers patiently before she stopped for a moment to join.

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I leaned against the door of my room once I closed it behind me . I took in as much fresh air as I could. Megan didn't stop smoking for a while when i was in her room. When she finally did, the smell
could still very well be discerned. Nightfall finally came and i was happy when she said she wanted to sleep . After I was sure enough clean air had gotten into me , I turned on the light switches in my room . There was no light. I frowned and switched them off before trying to switch them on again but the lights remained off .
Power outage?
That's odd
There was light in the hall way of the hotel and light was clearly emanating from other rooms .
I called room service but there was no answer.
I almost went back to Megan's but i couldn't revisit the smoke . I tried texting Allen but after a while , i didnt get a response. He's probably still upset. I left my room to the hotel's reception and there was a young guy behind the desk . He was laid back in his seat looking into nothingness. He looked surprised when he saw me and straightened himself in his seat .
" Oh hello. Good evening , miss"

I smiled and placed my palms on his desk
" Good evening. I would like to report a power outage. I tried to call room service but nothing "

" Oh sorry about that . Just this evening ?"

" Yes "

" Room?" I raised an eyebrow. Was the room number necessary. Okay actually it was.

" 307"

" Okay." He made a knowing face

" So can you come fix it , maybe or call the person who is supoosed to ?" I said impatiently

" Yes. Please see Mr Clyde"
Allen?

" Uh, is he by chance called Allen? Founder of MAC?"

"Yes ma'am "

" Why him?"

" That was the instruction I was given "

I looked around him and the numerous people swarming about .
" Is this not the hotel's reception?"

" Yes please. It is "

" So?..." I said tapping my fingers impatiently on his desk

" See Mr Clyde, ma'am "
I fumed and left his desk. I was leaving to Allen's when I realized I didn't know his room.
" His room number " I said taking three steps back.

" I can't tell you that"

" Are you serious?"
I was just about losing it as i glared at the receptionist.