Stick To Ziggy
That night, Fara couldn't sleep a wink. Every thirty minutes, her eyes would snap open, haunted by the fear that Sean's shadow might invade her dreams. A shiver ran down her spine each time she pictured Sean's smile. Not for her, but for the strange woman who had stolen her place.
Restless, she made her way to the reception desk, hoping to find something—anything—that might restore her confidence.
"Good evening, ma'am. How can I help you?" The receptionist, a strikingly handsome man, greeted her with a warm smile.
Fara hesitated, unsure if she could voice her request. But deep down, she knew this might be her only way to distract herself from the sight of Sean with another woman earlier that evening.
"Uh…" she began, a sigh escaping her lips. The receptionist waited patiently, his smile unwavering. "Is there… someone who could… keep me company tonight?" Her words finally spilled out, a lil bit shakily.