Dinner lasted longer than I originally thought it would, but I didn't mind at all. I caught Sandro looking at me throughout the night when I'd pass by with drinks or a tray of whatever it was I was supposed to be carrying at that moment. I smiled at him a few times, feeling giddy every time he smiled back.
After the event, I went straight to my room, got dressed for bed, and fell face first into sleep. I groaned when someone knocked on my door, waking me after what felt like four-seconds.
I dragged my feet all the way there and looked through the peephole. Surprised to see Sandro, I opened the door, ready to ask a question that died on my lips when I saw his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You disappeared after dinner. I've been looking for you for over an hour."
Yikes.
"Why didn't you call me?" I asked.
"I did; eight times."
"Okay," I said slowly. "I'm sorry. I should have let you know I was coming up here to sleep, but I was exhausted and couldn't find you."
Sandro roughly runs his hands over his face. "Check out is at eleven tomorrow morning. I'll call you to make sure you're up and ready to go at ten."
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't need a wake-up call, but I appreciate it. I'll meet you down in the lobby, just tell me what time."
"The earlier the better," he said.
"Fine!" I bit out.
His jaws clenched. "We'll leave at nine."
Without responding, I grabbed the door and slammed it-as harshly as I could while still being respectful of others-in his face.
What on earth was that? I thought to myself as I laid back down. There was no way I was going back to sleep yet, so I turned on the television and watched The Office until close to one o'clock in the morning.
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Unveiling Love
Short StoryAt twenty-two-years old, Rosa Murphy is moving hundreds and hundreds of miles away. Leaving the small town in Ohio she grew up in, she has her eyes set on a place she's only visited a hand-full of times in her life. For a reason only one other perso...
