Hitchhikers And Highways|✔️

FOURTEEN

"ONE ROOM please." Walter said, hoping the old lady opposite him would give him a less bone chilling look. Her messy purple lipstick emphasised the cracks in her shrivelled mouth, and her empty eyes were surrounded by dull greasy skin- wrinkly and caked in cheap foundation. The worn out chair she dwelled on was uncomfortably positioned, somehow too uptight and too leant back at the same time. She gave the young pair a look- judgemental and harsh, before opening her mouth.

"Double or twin?" The words were barely audible, the wiry grey strands of her hair most likely reflected her lungs, as she had the voice of a nasally infected chainsmoker.

Taken aback by her blunt attitude, Walter stammered with his words, his eyebrows raising slightly in confusion as he leaned forward slightly to better hear her "Pard-Pardon?"

With a scoff, Annabelle shoved her arm onto Walters chest, walking in front of him as she took control of the situation. "Twin please, three nights."

After the exchanging of hands, a rusty key was slid across the low counter into Annabelle's impatient fingers, and Walter sheepishly trailed behind her as she went off to find their room.