Conspiracy (1)

The incessant ringing of the doorbell woke Ximena up barely minutes after she fell asleep. 

"Who has a death wish?" She groaned as she slid out of bed. She grabbed a floor lamp on the living room floor on her way to the door, opened it, and waited for whoever it was to get in. 

Liam was startled when he caught sight of her with a lamp in hand as a weapon. 

"If I were a burglar, do you think that would be enough to take me down?" He wondered why she didn't check before opening the door. 

"Trust me, it doesn't matter what I have in hand." She put the lamp down and closed the door. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in L'Hotel Luxe La Rive?" 

"The date would have ended ages ago even if it went well." He stopped mid-step when her ambiguous question made sense. "And if you were my date, I would want to get a room for the weekend." 

She brushed past him. "That's good to know."