"MILLIE!" Noah called out. "MILLIE WE NEED TO TALK!"
Millie ran down the steps, crying. She lunged through the hotel's doors.
Noah scratched his head, frantically.
"Come on Millie."
Millie ran onto the streets scared and afraid. She didn't see anything she was going crazy.
"I'm so stupid. Omg. I'm so-" Millie fell to the ground wondering what just happened.
"Oh my gosh I'm such a clutz let's me help you."
She saw the boy, looked about her age. She grabbed his hand as he pulled her to her feet. She dusted herself off.
"Sorry again."
"It's fine." She said with sniffles.
"Are you alright? You seem awfully sad." The boy said.
"Yeah because I just made a fool of myself."
"Well all bad things happen for a reason. I'm Finn by the way." He took her hand and shook it.
"Millie." She said with a sad smile.
"Pretty name. Say, I was just going to check out at the Daily Motel, wanna join me? Seems like you've had a hard night. And my friend will be coming over anyways so we'll keep you company." He stared into her eyes.
"Um. Sure, yeah I guess." She said.
"Great."
