As we walked back to the hotel , my mind kept on replaying the whole situation.
Isabel was holding on to every wall as she walked down our hallway. I hear a loud thump which shakes me out of my thoughts.
I look behind me to see Isabel lying on the ground giggling to her self. I walk back to where she is and hold my hand up , waiting for her to pull herself up.
As we reach the hotel room , i slide my card over the scanner and push the door open , to only find a thin piece of paper in front of my feet.
I pick the piece of paper up and slowly help Isabel to her bed. As she shifts into a conferrable passion , i open the lined paper and read to my self. This is what i could read from the scruffy handwriting :
Knock on door 348 and then we can talk.
I read in once , maybe even twice just to make sure that i had read it properly.
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