Misha carried all your luggage to your room on the seventh floor of the hotel. That poor boy was so small and tiny that you really didn't know how he could ever be a porter. Misha looked over at you and then turned away. It made you curious, that boy was really special, but maybe he was simply shy, he didn't even talk much.

"W-we're almost there, miss."

He said shyly as he looked towards his pocket watch. He was very reserved and you didn't want to embarrass him. You simply nodded. When the elevator doors opened, Misha rushed out with your luggage and tripped and fell to the floor. You were shocked. What happened to him?! You quickly went over to help him and see if everything was okay. Misha's cheeks seemed to be on fire, you took a small breath as you helped him to his feet, you realized he was very embarrassed.