You didn’t realize tears were falling down your cheeks, slowly dripping onto your notebook. Someone handed you a handkerchief.

“Use this.” she said, her tone cold but surprising. You looked up, and your heart skipped.

You wiped your tears with the handkerchief, feeling its cool touch. After drying your face, you looked at the woman before you.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, miss beautiful.” she said with a deep voice.

You were taken aback, feeling warmth as she held your hand and kissed the back of it. It felt like an electric shock, and your heart raced.

She stepped back. “I see you’re in pain, m’lady. Mind sharing it?” she asked, her tone caring yet mysterious.

Before you could answer, her phone rang. After a brief conversation, she said, “I’m sorry, miss, but I need to go…”

“Okay, thank you for the handkerchief.” you said, handing it back, but she refused.

“No, it’s yours.” she said, smiling, then handed you a hotel card.

“If you’re interested, you can come anytime.” she winked and walked away.

You stared at the card, your heart racing. What did it mean? Why did she give it to you? You wondered if she was flirting or if there was another reason.