Changing Past

Chapter 30: Connections

After talking to my brother for what seemed like hours I made my way back to the lobby. My brother and I have always had this special connection that neither one of us could help. We just always had been able to trust each other with secrets, and our problems.

I pushed through the heavy glass doors and immediately lay my eyes upon Taylor. I didn't want to get kicked out because I wasn't walking with Luke anymore, so I quickly walked over to Taylor hoping he recognized me.

He was standing behind the check-in desk talking to who I guessed was the hotel manager.

I walked up to the desk still soaking wet from the storm I just stood in for the past hour, and prayed that he would let me up.

My hair was a sloppy mess and my eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying I had previously done, and to make matters worse I didn't have a coat on so I would probably have a cold tomorrow.

"Um. Taylor right?"

My voice was squeaky and shaky. He turned to me, and raised an eyebrow. He looked at me like I didn't just see him an hour ago.

"Yes? How may I help you?"

I cleared my throat and tried to think of what I was gonna say, because one wrong word and I could be sleeping on a park bench tonight.

My phone died, so I couldn't call Luke or anyone to come pick me up. I had never been to Toronto, and I didn't know anyone here so I didn't have anyone to call. My hands started trembling as the manager looked at me up and down examining my wet clothes.

"U-uh I just came in with a Mason Gregory. I don't know if you r-remember me or not, but I swear I'm not a fangirl or whatever I just-"

All of my words jumbled together before he cut me off by raising his hand. He smiled at me before ushering me to the elevator.

"Of course Mrs. Gregory. I remember you perfectly."

I let out a sigh of relief before I followed him into the elevator.

"O-oh I'm not..."

"I know, Alexis. You're not married it's just proper etiquette. I never forget a pretty face."

To describe the awkwardness in the elevator right now would take one hundred sheets of paper and 3 brand-new pencils. Taylor wasn't old, but he definitely wasn't young either.

His hair was blonde, and he had it pulled back into a sleek ponytail. He was probably around 35-ish, but was super tall and buff. I was standing as far away as possible from him trying to sneak some more candy and chips out of the bins on the walls.

I could feel him staring at me, and that was creepy plus the fact that he was sort of an oversized bellhop made the matters worse. I stood there literally staring at a painted wall while fiddling with my fingers praying he didn't make conversation with me.

He probably hated his job, and residents with guests like me didn't help. People probably came in this building everyday looking for a Lucas O' Brien, and there I was minutes before trying to remember the fake name he personally gave me.

I didn't now what his family did, but I did know it had something to do with business and entrepreneurship. Once the elevator door opened I let out my breath that I had probably been holding for the entire ride.

I swung all of the hidden snacks in front of me, so he couldn't see that I had probably taken half of them. I got more snickers, jolly ranchers, Doritos, gum, sour patches, twinkies, and Hershey's.