"I should try to get an hour of sleep before I have to check out," she said, though she didn't move toward the door immediately.
"Kathy," the blonde replied, extending a hand. Her grip was firm. "So, is there actually a problem, or do you just enjoy lurking in hallways?"
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They walked down the hall, the flickering light finally giving up the ghost behind them, plunging the corridor into a comfortable shadows. In the lounge, the hum of the old radiator provided a constant, droning backdrop.
Kathy checked her watch—a delicate, elegant thing—and then shrugged. "I’m too wired to sleep. Lead the way." "I should try to get an hour of
As Kathy turned and walked back toward the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the floor, Marcia watched her go. The hostel was old, drafty, and often frustrating, but every now and then, it offered a moment of unexpected connection that made the stay worthwhile. Marcia turned back to the window, watching the sun rise over the city, feeling a little less lonely than she had the night before.
"Maybe better than good," Marcia corrected. "So, is there actually a problem, or do
"Just good?" Kathy teased.