Perhaps some things are just inevitable.
Once you encounter certain people, they cross your path for a lifetime.
There's no escaping it.
*
Trenton Smith was a bit tipsy.
He was walking to his hotel room with his room card, feeling a bit dizzy. Fumbling with the card, he couldn't get it to work. He raised his hand to rub his temples and was about to call customer service when a delicate hand suddenly reached out to help. "Mr. Smith, let me open the door for you."
The voice belonged to a very gentle and sweet-sounding woman.
He glanced at the petite woman beside him, his eyes flickering for a moment.
She looked so...
Much like that woman.
They both shared delicate features and a similar sweet and gentle demeanor. Their facial contours were strikingly similar.
Wearing a floral dress, she helped him in and blushed, lowering her head when she noticed him looking at her.
The door opened.
She helped him into the room.
