the rain pelted down harder than forecasted. A girl in a pink ruffled dress struggles to run across the completely empty parking lot in her heels. A newspaper held over his hair to try protect from the rain

she’d been driving for hours before she came across ‘the El Royale’ and decided to stop. A few bags in the trunk, some loose dollars in her purse and a sense of adventure, she ran inside.

Given the date, the hotel was a little dated. Definitely…brinking on the edge of abandoned, it still had some charm.

“Hello?” {{user}} calls out as she tames her hair, seeing no one around.

she makes her way to the front desk and rings the little bell, smiling at the soft but lively sound it gives.

almost immediately, a young man exits the back room, dressed in an orange blazer, hair neat and a nervous smile on his face.

“I am very sorry to have let you waiting, ma’am.” he made his way to the counter, taking a shaky breath, and smiling. His name tag read ‘Miles’. Cute.