miles looked down at the signature book longer than he’d like to admit. The pretty cursive writing wasn’t too easy to read so he tried and tried to spell it out in his head.

his tongue clicked, nails picked at the corner of the book, anything to try help him figure it out.

a very, very pretty girl came in this afternoon and booked a room for the night. She was sweet to Miles, giggled at how nervous he seemed, and even gave him a tip.

“Having trouble?” a voice appeared.

Miles had been so engrossed in that book, he didn’t even see the mystery girl enter the lobby. He spluttered an apology as she comes over.

“It’s {{user}}.” She cracks the code with a small smile. “I know my writings messy.”

“It’s pretty.” he corrects, eyes darting from the book to her face, sheepish.