Someone special...

"So, Mike....Are you a guest here in the hotel? Where are you coming from?" She tried to change her attention away from the man, so as to avoid starring at him.

"Yes! Just flew in from Los Angeles. What about you?" He casually sat down next to her.

"Oh! I live here. Well, over in the Berkeley, anyways. So I am just here in the hotel to visit somebody."

He then looked carefully at her shoes, phone and then at her face again. "Hmmm! Seems like there is someone pretty much special. With those shoes on and such a wide grin you were giving about. Also, you did not even notice when somebody else got onside the elevator with you."

"Oh! Exactly! Somebody indeed very very special!" Her grin got even more wider as she spoke the words. "Ohh! Wait, wait! What do you mean by somebody special? I am here to visit my elder sister. She is here in town in New york from San Fransisco for work."