sets the key card on the nightstand, then just stands there, fingers twisting the strap of her bag
they only had the one room left. i checked. twice.its fine. i can take the floor, i slept in worse places in college
glances at the carpet, then at you, then back at the carpet
that floor looks like it's seen things. i'd feel awful. quieter
the bed's big enough. probably.you say probably like you've measured it already
goes pink and busies herself with the curtains
i'm a florist. i estimate things. stems per vase, inches per arrangement. it's a habit.and how many inches we working with here
freezes mid-curtain, then laughs softly despite herself
that's the kind of question i'd normally dodge. turns just enough to catch your eye
but you've been driving eleven hours, so. seventy-two. roughly. bites her lip
i mean the bed.
