The AC was not working; it was hot as hell in my hotel room that night and sitting in a tank top was not helping at all. I went out on the balcony to smoke. I was smoking and enjoying the quiet night when I heard someone yelling. Trying to understand where the voice was coming from, I looked around and then I saw her, the young woman. It was dark, but streetlights spread enough light for me to understand that she was young. At first it was hard to hear what she was saying, but it became more clear as she got closer to the hotel. She was obviously having a fight with her boyfriend. Her yelling "You know I don't want you to be around that slut." and then getting quieter made it clear. She kept walking and getting closer. Later, she walked into the parking lot of the hotel and now she was sitting on the hood of my car, right under the streetlight. She was wearing a cropped sweatshirt and leggings. I could also see her face. She looked more mad than sad. "Okay then, we are done! Go to hell!" she said and hung up.
"You can never tell who is going to hell." I thought.
She put her phone on the hood of the car. I finished the cigarette and put it out. I got the car key out of my pocket, first I unlocked the car then I locked it back real quick. The noise and the little vibration the car makes when locked startled her. She jumped off the hood and looked around, then she realised her phone was slowly sliding down. She grabbed the phone before it fell off the hood, tucked it into her leggings, and walked into the hotel. I had never seen her before, as I had checked into the hotel just a few hours ago.
A few minutes later, while I was inside to grab a beer, I heard some noise coming from the hallway. "It must be her." I thought, why would someone else be walking around at 01:30 at night? I sat on the bed and listened to her walk. She got closer and then halted.
"Oh, fuck!" she said, trying not to be too loud. She tried to open her door, but she couldn't. I was staring at my door, waiting for her to knock on it, but she walked away.
I laid on the bed, lit a cigarette, drank my beer. The beer was cold when I took it out of the fridge, but the room was so hot that the beer had gotten warm in minutes. I finished the cigarette and threw it in the beer bottle. As I reached to the counter to put the bottle down, I saw the light in the hallway from under the door. I was staring at the door again, waiting for the knock. Luckily, this time, she knocked on the door. I got up, put my shirt on, and opened the door. There she was, standing at my door, and we were both sweaty. She still looked young, but she didn't look mad this time.
"Hey." she said.
"I stay in the room across the hall. I lost my keys, and it's too fucking hot inside this hotel. Can I please use your bathroom real quick and like wash my face and stuff?"
"Yeah, sure." I said. "Take your time," I added, walking to the light switch and turning the bathroom light on.
She got in the bathroom, locked the door, and turned the water on. I could still hear the toilet seat cover hit the tank, but nothing more. A few minutes later, she turned off the water, unlocked the door and got out with her phone in her hand. Her face was still wet. I assumed she didn't want to dry it because of the heat.
(Did I hear her flush? No, I didn't. It's understandable that she forgets to flush though, she just broke up with his boyfriend after all.)
She thanked me for letting her use the bathroom. I told her she was welcome and asked her if she wanted to have a beer, but she turned it down saying she needs to go to her room.
