Off the Map

5

I couldn't sleep. I had been trying for thirty minutes, unsuccessful, obviously. It was just too bright in my room, and I was too excited. My room was a standard single bed hotel room size. It had one bed along one wall and a TV, desk and dresser along the parallel wall. The farthest wall was were the window was. I looked out over a field and there was a lot of buildings off in the distance. As I got up to explore the rest of my room hunger set in. I realized that I hadn't eaten all day except for on the plane. How stupid was I to just not eat breakfast? I decided to go explore the hotel a little, while I was exploring I would also look for some food, any type of food.

Before I left I decided to change into something that didn't make me look like I was about to fall asleep. I opened up my bag and started digging through my clothes. What to wear, what to wear? I finally decided on a pair of high waisted jean shorts and a loose homemade tie dye shirt. I took my hair out of the bun and let my loose waves fall just below my shoulders I decided not to put on makeup since I wouldn't be out long. I was getting hungrier by the second I had to get food or I was going to die.

I thought I remembered seeing a vending machine on the way into the hotel. They would probably have something good to eat in it. I slipped on a pair of black vans and headed out, making sure to remember my key. I walk down the long hall, it was empty but it was also the middle of the day so of course people would be out. The halls were painted a pale yellowish colour, it was (no offence) extremely ugly. Between ever door was an oil painting. Some were of fields with farms, others were of boats on the sea. Turning the corner to get to the elevator I was hit by something.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," I heard a man's voice say. He didn't sound American, he sounded almost American though which confused me.

"It's fine," I said getting up, the man gave me a hand getting up, "thank you," I smiled. The man wasn't actually a man he looked about my age. He had dark brown hair and the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen.

"Hello there," he said smiling at me, " I'm Wyatt. What's your name?"

"I'm Florence, weird name, I know," I replied.

"Florence... I like it."

"Thanks," I said blushing. I lowered my head, I didn't want him to see me blush, "Hey are you part of the national geographics group?"

"Ugh, yeah I am. Are you?"

"Yep," I smiled.

"Cool! So were you just looking around or something?" he asked.

"I was looking for food because I pretty much haven't eaten all day."

"Oh well there's no food downstairs but I do have some food in my room. If you want you can have some."

"That would be amazing, that is of course if you don't mind sharing?"

"Of course I don't mind sharing with such I sweet lady like yourself." If he continues this any longer I don't know if I'll be able to contain my giddiness. "Common, my room just this way," he pointed towards the hallway I had just come from. "I'm in room 311," he said as he opened the door letting me go in first.

"That's cool. I'm just across the hall in 312."

"No way. So we're like neighbours."

"Yeah, I guess... May I?" I nodded in the direction of the bed.

"Sure go ahead." I hopped on the bed leaning up against the head bored. Wyatt passed me the remote control as he went into the fridge and took out some bottles of water and some grapes. I liked frozen grapes so that was cool. Wyatt set down the stuff then left again and came back with a bag of party mix.

"I love party mix," I exclaim.

"Me too."

"It's my favourite kind of chips," we both said at the same time. I giggle.

"Jinx! You owe me a soda."

"Okay," he said as he sat down on the bed next to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked as I scrolled through channels.

"Um.... Futurama is on. Have you ever seen it?"

"I don't think I have," I said as I read the synopsis on the TV guide. "But it sounds interesting so sure let's watch it." Luckily for me the episode that was on was the first one in the series. I had to admit it was funny and the food wasn't bad either. By the time the show was over Wyatt and I had eaten all the party mix and grapes. I looked down at my phone to check the time.

"Hey, what time was the meeting?" I asked.

"It's in..." he started as he looked down at his watch, "five minutes ago."

"Crap! we are so late." I said jumping off the bed. "Hurry up!"

"I'm hurrying." Wyatt said turning off the TV and slipping on his sneakers. I opened the door and walked out heading towards the elevator. "Wait up," I held the elevator door open until Wyatt walked in.

"Thanks for the food, by the way. I totally owe you one." I said while the small elevator was heading down. It seemed like this was the smallest and slowest elevator I had ever been on. Finally the doors opened and Wyatt and I practical ran out of the elevator and down the hallway were the meeting rooms were.

"We're in conference room number two," he said, loud enough so that I could hear him. He was a lot taller than me and could walk faster than me. When I finally caught up with him he was already at door. He knocked on the door and was answered by a loud 'come in.' Slowly I turned the handle and pushed open the door.

"You're late."

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Oooo drama. I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I'm definitely enjoying writing it. So thoughts on Wyatt? Sorry I didn't upload for 2 weeks. I had a marching band and provincial band and piano and my composing has been taking off plus there was school so I was very busy.