As I lugged my backpack into the hotel I stopped at the reception desk and I dumped it on the floor.
"Can I have a room please?" I asked as the woman looked up from the desk she leaned back.
"Are you sure about that?" She asks, looking me up and down. I nod and she smirks.
"Of course. What room would you like" She says, holding out a laminated piece of paper and I look through the list. A single room is $165. I sigh and then pass her back the paper.
"Single please" I mumble and she nods. She types it in and holds out her hand.
"$165" She says and I pull my wallet out my backpack. I open it up and hand her the money in notes and she smirks and then frowns as she puts away the money.
"Roman! Get me a key for a single room please!" She shouts and a man in a suite walks away from the desk and walks over to a locked desk and he grabs a key card. He passes it to me and smiles.
"Thank you" I smile and then I pick up my backpack and I fake smile at the receptionist and I look over my shoulder and I watch her putting her head in her hands. Silly bitch. I walk up the stairs and I follow the signs to the room on the key card. 306. Great, that seems to be on the third floor. I head to the end of the corridor and I step into the lift. I head up to the third floor from the first floor and I step out as the doors open. I walk along the corridor and I turn right down another one and then I look down at the floor as someone walks towards me. I tut as they slam into the side of me and I turn round to look at them.
"Sorry" He mumbles and he keeps walking. I roll my eyes and then I arrive at my door. I push the keycard into the slot and then I open the door. Plain cream carpet and walls, a single bed pressed against the left hand side of the wall, the right hand side a wooden door, open, leading to a small bathroom, a wardrobe behind the open door. I step inside and let the door shut on its own. I throw my backpack onto the floor and I look at the bedside table. I kick off my grey converse and then I throw my green, bum covering raincoat onto the bed and then I look at the window above my bed, looking out across the street of Chicargo. I pull the curtain across it and I undress. I head for the shower and I turn it on hot. I wash my hair and body and then when I'm done I dry myself off. I open up my backpack and then I pull out the dress I wear for 'special occasions'. I know that the man I must get information on is downstairs. Either in the casino, the pool area, the nightclub or the dining area. I must find him, and get information. I continue to pull the black skinny dress out the backpack.
I pull it up, dropping the towel off me and opening the wardrobe door. Theres a mirror on the one door and I look as I hold the dress against me. I then pull it over my head and I look in the mirror. Its a bit short. I leave my naturally waved hair down and I look in the mirror. I open up the backpack more and I pull out the heeled shoes I've been given to wear. I look at the studs on the black material and I put them on my feet. They give me height, the dress makes me look older than 18, I have a fake passport in my backpack and a drivers license. I look into the mirror. I look back in my bag and I pull out my makeup bag. I apply light foundation in the bathroom mirror and then some peachy lip gloss. I then take a toilet break and I return to the wardrobe mirror. I open my wallet and look at the small photo of the man I need information on. I sigh and then take out some of my money and put it into a smaller purse. I then put it all in a golden chained black purse bag and then I put in my iPhone 5s, my lip gloss and my foundation, in case I have to touch up. I throw it on my shoulder and take one last glance in the mirror. Perfect.
I quickly remember my key card lying on my bed and I pick it up and as I leave I place it in my bag. I head down the corridor and I trip on the rug a little and I grab onto the wall indent where a window is. I steady myself and keep walking. I check over my shoulder for followers and I trip up and land on something hard. I'm steadied by a person. I look up and see a boy with a sweet face.
