Wait. She’s staying in the room next door. I run back out to the hall and pound on the door next to mine. It flies open and a housekeeper gives me a soft smile. “Can I help you?” she asks. I look past her to the empty suite. “Sir?” “No. I’m… Thanks.” I run a hand through my hair and walk back to my room. I call down to the front desk, but all they can tell me is she already checked out. Defeated, I drop onto the couch. I pick up the wine glass with her pink lipstick smudged on the rim. She’s gone and I didn’t even get her name.
