"It's… it's this way, Ben," Sheila said, awkwardly pointing down the hallway. "Third… or fourth room on the right. I think."
"You think?" Benjamin asked immediately.
"Don't start…" Sheila replied with a sigh.
Benjamin nodded, holding her carefully.
"Alright, let's keep moving slowly. I don't want you kissing the floor."
Sheila laughed softly, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.
"You're right. It would be quite embarrassing if I fell."
Finally, they reached the door Sheila indicated as hers. Benjamin leaned her against the wall while she rummaged through her bag for the keys.
Sheila began searching, her movements slow and clumsy because she was, indeed, drunk.
"Let's see… keys… keys…" Sheila murmured, digging through the bag.
After a few moments, she looked up with her eyes squinting.
"They're not here."
Benjamin frowned, concerned.
"What? Are you sure? Did you check properly?"
