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Chapter 2 - Thoughts

"Huh," I sigh. I get up to refill my cup with coffee.

The dining area is empty now, except for me. The receptionist is in deep sleep, slumped over a pile of paperwork.

I go back to my table, save the file, and email it to my boss. It's 45 minutes past three. I didn't notice the young man leave that whole time. I wonder where his room is, what he does for a living, and if he's single.

I chuckle. "Stop thinking about stupid things, Hana Donovan, " I murmur. I sip coffee and look out the glass wall. The view is beautiful. Serene. For a moment I feel at peace; my work is done and I can now truly enjoy my vacation. At least, for the next three days.

I close my laptop and see a small piece of paper on the other end of the table that hasn't been there before. I pick it up and read a note in clean, neat handwriting.

It was nice to meet you. Sorry if I was prying. I didn't mean to seem weird and creepy. See you around.

"Oh," I whisper. I look around, half expecting to spot the young man watching me again as I read his note. It is from him, right? Why didn't I notice him writing it and putting it on my table?

It is weird, I finally decided. But only because nothing like this ever happened to me on a daily basis. Heck, nothing happened to me on a daily basis. So this was totally new. Strange. Yet, it excited me a little. A bit of thrill in my boring, monotonous life.

He did apologize. By leaving a cryptic note that he sneaked unto my table? I wouldn't know he was a mere two feet away from me until he grabbed me!

I shake the dark thoughts away. I always think the worst of people. He must have been just a really nice guy who wanted to chat. He probably couldn't sleep and roamed around.

What should I do if I see him tomorrow? We're both guests at the same hotel. If he eats at the common dining area and we happen to spot each other, should I tell him it was okay? That I was grateful for the company last night? I didn't have any idea what the civil thing to do was.

I shove my laptop into my bag and scoop my belongings in my arms. That's enough for tonight, I decided. It's time to get some well-deserved shuteye. If we meet again, I'll just go with the flow. There's no use in overthinking this.