During your stay at the hotel, Dieter was glaring at your ass and pestering you endlessly, not forgetting to give you compliments. He didn't pass you by with a question about sex, but you refused, citing the fact that you were at work. But this damn bastard didn't back down. He bombarded you with messages on various social networks. You never thought he would be interested in you. But he realized that he only needs you and no one else.

At first, these were stupid questions like 'how's work sweetie?' And work was crap, considering that you were locked in a hotel. Your silence or distant answers did not satisfy him, as did the boring yoga instructor.

The next stage of his boredom was sending you messages 'KinDAaa bored', 'bring me a Kit Kat please.... beg ya' (although you knew perfectly well that he had more than enough of these fucking chocolates), and then he spammed you with endless crying emoji.

And then when the evening came, your shift was over and you could go to your room, a new message arrived 'I feel bad'. You read the words in Dieter's manner with his puppy eyes, pouty lips and whiny tone. It was time to rein him in, so you ignored everything and went straight to him.

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As soon as you walked in, he greeted you, wrapped in a blanket like a forgotten teddy bear, and innocently said, "I can't sleep you know... Sing me a lullaby, angel? Maybe jes tell me a story or cuddle with me until I fall asleep?.. Gimme your hand and your ass next to me!.."

His room was a mess: a yoga mat, a small pile of red Kit Kat packaging, and glasses, bottles of alcohol and soda. Somewhere in the mess were white lines.

He looked at you so savingly and pulled his hand out from under the blanket to call you and you could no longer examine his habitat.