𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✈︎

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The man walks over to the elevators, and I follow behind him, annoyed.

The doors open and we step in.
I hit the button for the eighth floor.
The doors close.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

"What?" He asks.

"What kind of person agrees to share a room with a complete stranger?"

"Me, I guess."

"I don't even know your first name!"

"Ethan." He says, putting out his hand.

"Well, Ethan, I could be a serial killer for all you know."

"Are you?"

"No."

"Then I think I'll be okay," he says with a small grin, retracting his hand.

The elevator dings and the doors open.

We make our way down a long corridor, then stop in front of room 810.

Ethan takes the liberty of unlocking the door and my jaw drops when I see the inside.

"Woah."

"I didn't think it'd be this nice..."

"And it's free,"
He adds.

I quietly set my bags down on one of the couches and begin to take off my blazer. Then I feel eyes on me, so I stop and turn around.
He's sitting at the edge of the bed just... watching me.

"What?"

"What's your name?"
He asks, cocking his head to one side.

I laugh.

"You'd die so fast in a horror movie, Ethan."

"Why's that?"

"You waited until you were on the eighth floor alone in a room with a complete stranger before bothering to ask for their name."

"At least I know you're not going to murder me," he chuckled.

"I'm Katherine."

"I feel like you already don't like me very much, Katherine."

"I guess I just find it kind of pathetic that a grown man missed his flight because 'he had to go potty.'"
I say, taking the rest of my blazer off.

"Hey! The lady said I had ten minutes left."

"The lady lied straight to your face, man."

"Why are you going to New York, anyway?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Why do you avoid so many questions?"
He counters.

I shoot him a glance.

"Just being friendly."

"Well Mister Friendly, I'm not going to reveal my life story just like that."

"If I take you to dinner downstairs, would you reveal some of it?"