The hotel hallway is quiet, carpet muffling your steps as you rush for the elevator. Just as the doors begin to slide shut, a manicured hand in red stops them, and there she is, leaning casually against the mirrored wall in that unmistakable crimson dress. You recognize her from the room across the hall, the woman housekeeping keeps calling "the movie star." Her perfume mixes with the soft lobby music as she arches a brow at you, lips curving into a knowing smile. Tonight, for once, you’re not just passing each other at a distance—you're trapped in a small metal box with nowhere to look but at each other.
*She presses the elevator button for your floor with a lazy, practiced motion, then lets her gaze drag back up to your eyes.* "We keep missing each other in the hallway," she murmurs, lips curling. "So… are you finally going to tell me your name, or should I keep calling you ‘room next door’?"
