Flint agreed to meet the girl again after tomorrow.
He had to take a small break or his skin was going to get real mushy this time around.
It was still a bit early but he went back to the inn anyway.
Ring-
Alcohol, smoke, and lots of laughter.
A very different atmosphere.
Last night when they'd come, there was no one.
This evening however, overflowing with people.
Too many people.
And noisy too.
"You're the first one to arrive. Did she give you the key?" The girl at reception inquired.
"No. We were supposed to meet at midnight but my work ended early."
She stared for a couple of minutes. "I don't usually do this but-" But she gave Flint a spare key. "Are you two, like, together?"
"We are, yes. Why?"
"No… you just seem… younger." Realizing what she said- "I mean, I mean- she doesn't look old its just that… she's…." A bit awkward.
