Last Kiss in Paris

Chapter 3 - A(n) (Un)Pleasant Surprise

Suggested Song: La belle et le bad boy by MC Solaar 

Les sous-ensembles dans les grands ensembles s'assemblent
La belle et le bad boy

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Ding! The lift doors opened and Amrisha stepped out, followed by the girls of Room 621. They were still giggling about how Mel had almost eaten frog's legs, mistaking them for tempura prawns. Aside from that, the welcome meal at the hotel meal was delicious. Amrisha was feeling a lot better and was eager to get some sleep.

"I feel so fat now," Mel was saying. "I shouldn't have eaten that macaron; I'll probably have to do an hour of cardio in the hotel gym tomorrow."

"Don't you feel fat," Sophie retorted, "I ate an entire eclair; I'll have to do two hours of cardio plus weights tomorrow!" Coming from two skinny people with fast metabolism, Amrisha couldn't help but feel guilty for gorging on three dessert samples.

"Mm," Saige yawned. "Those eclairs were delicious though, I ate two. Plus that very nice crème brûlée. I also really liked that mini tart thing." Sophie and Mel stared, horrified, at Saige, who was so thin it was concerning.

"Wow, tell us your secret workout regimen and detoxification rituals!" Sophie demanded.

"Well...there are none," Saige shrugged, and opened the door to their room. "Come on, I dibs first to shower."

The girls scurried in, still in half shock. Sophie was whispering furiously to Mel, while Saige grabbed the neatly folded pile of clothes at the foot of her bed, heading into the bathroom.

The hotel room they shared was small, but not too cramped. There was one bunk bed against the left wall of the room and a three-level bunk on the right, leaving a small walkway in the middle. At the back of the room was a sliding glass door that led out to a small balcony, a purple sofa and a coffee table. To the left was a door leading to the bathroom. While most of Amrisha's friends were used to luxury suites while on holiday, nobody complained as they saw the wallpaper and artwork, which were unique to this boutique hotel. Even the sofa was most likely vintage.

The sound of running water filled the room as the shower turned on. The others were already emptying their trunks and suitcases and placing their clothes in the five mini-wardrobes near the front entrance. Amrisha sighed. It looked like it would be a long while before she would be able to go to bed. She took out her overnight bag from under the bed and started unpacking.

When she got to her suitcase, she almost staggered at the weight of it. What had she packed that gained so much weight during the flight? Just a lot of clothes I guess, Amrisha thought. With a grunt, she moved the suitcase to her bunk and unzipped it. It sprang open immediately.

"Aargh!" Her shrieks filled the room milliseconds later. The others stared at her, looks of surprise and concern on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Sophie asked.

"M-my..." Amrisha gaped at the contents of her suitcase in disbelief. It was so full that some garments had spilled over onto the floor.

Strewn around her, were not Amrisha's own clothes, but the clothes of...a male! She spotted several pairs of Bonds underwear, shirts that appeared to be chucked into the suitcase, not folded, some Playboy deodorant, and socks – lots of socks. There were also two laptops and several packs of food, which was probably why the suitcase had been so heavy. Sophie and Mel rushed over to take a look.

"Gamer boy alert," Mel said, pointing to the laptops, headset and snacks such as instant ramen.

"More like sporty gamer boy," Sophie corrected, pointing at the cans of protein powder, and gingerly picking up a Real Madrid football jersey with two fingers. "Ew I don't think this has been washed." She quickly threw it back into the suitcase.