that was supposed to resemble a lift. It seemed to be ancient, with cast iron gates that had to be closed by hand if you wanted it to move. When they stepped in, the wooden box wobbled dangerously. Nevertheless, they made it to the second floor without any accidents, though Miranda vowed she would take the stairs next time.
"I think it's that way," she said as she gazed in the left corridor. And sure enough, numbers 22 and 23 were the last in the hallway. Never assuming, M iranda was glad her key fit in the lock as it was supposed to, and opened the door. Before she got in, she glanced at Adrian. "Well.. I'll see you in the lunch room?" He nodded, and quickly, Miranda dashed in her room, closing but not locking the door behind her.
Alone. This was the first time in twenty hours that she was alone. She had to admit, she needed some room to breathe and think. Thank God there was air conditioning in the room. It was cool inside, and the blue carpet welcomed her in. A bed, that was supposed to be a double bed, looked smaller than it should. Since there was only one of her Miranda didn't mind. A big dark wooden cupboard stood on the right of the room, while on the left there was a smaller one with only drawers. In the small hall she had entered into, there was a door to the right that revealed a smallish bathroom, with a loo, a sink, a mirror and a shower.
Contently, Miranda heaved her bag on the neatly made bed and dropped her smaller carry-on bag next to it, to start unpacking. She was only halfway through her plaid bag, humming Hotel California , with pieces of clothing all over the bed and some stowed away in the closet, when there was a knock to her door. Suspecting it was Alice, with some other announcement; Miranda looked up with her long, white leather jacket in her hand.
"Come in," she called happily. "It's open!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adrian was glad to hear that Miranda did not think he was some sort of freak. The rest of the bus ride went without much incident. They talked a little here and there, even played a couple games to pass the time. When it was time to get off the bus again, Adrian was more than ready. He had enough of sitting in this cramped space, even if it was next to a beautiful girl.
When the bus stopped, Adrian was one of the first to get off since he was in the front of the bus and had his bag with him. Hotel California? Adrian had to laugh a little. All the way across the world travelling through Europe to stay in a hotel named after an Eagles song. When everyone was ready, they walked the two blocks to the hotel. Adrian could see Miranda out of the corner of his eye with her plaid bag at her side. She was definitely a colorful one.
They entered the lobby and Alice started to hand out room keys. He was given the room key to the room next to Miranda. It was the room intended for her friend that could not make it. He was pleasantly surprised that she would still be close. He looked over to her and a smile crossed his face and she smiled back. It felt like they were secretly communicating across the room without using words.
They used the small elevator to go up to the second floor to find their rooms. To Adrian, it was more a death trap than an elevator. He was very grateful that they made it to their floor without incident. Miranda found her room first and Adrian was just next to her, Room 22. Before he entered his room, Miranda said, " Well.. I'll see you in the lunch room? " He just nodded and entered his own room.
While h is room was not the biggest, it was definitely larger than the cramped bus. The first thing that he noticed is the small bed near the window. It did not look big enough to fit his whole body, but he would have to make it work. He threw his pack down on the blue carpeted floor and walked over to the window to see the city of Rome. Much to his disappointment, his window only showed the brick wall of the building next door. Adrian pulled the shades closed, since it was
"I think it's that way," she said as she gazed in the left corridor. And sure enough, numbers 22 and 23 were the last in the hallway. Never assuming, M iranda was glad her key fit in the lock as it was supposed to, and opened the door. Before she got in, she glanced at Adrian. "Well.. I'll see you in the lunch room?" He nodded, and quickly, Miranda dashed in her room, closing but not locking the door behind her.
Alone. This was the first time in twenty hours that she was alone. She had to admit, she needed some room to breathe and think. Thank God there was air conditioning in the room. It was cool inside, and the blue carpet welcomed her in. A bed, that was supposed to be a double bed, looked smaller than it should. Since there was only one of her Miranda didn't mind. A big dark wooden cupboard stood on the right of the room, while on the left there was a smaller one with only drawers. In the small hall she had entered into, there was a door to the right that revealed a smallish bathroom, with a loo, a sink, a mirror and a shower.
Contently, Miranda heaved her bag on the neatly made bed and dropped her smaller carry-on bag next to it, to start unpacking. She was only halfway through her plaid bag, humming Hotel California , with pieces of clothing all over the bed and some stowed away in the closet, when there was a knock to her door. Suspecting it was Alice, with some other announcement; Miranda looked up with her long, white leather jacket in her hand.
"Come in," she called happily. "It's open!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adrian was glad to hear that Miranda did not think he was some sort of freak. The rest of the bus ride went without much incident. They talked a little here and there, even played a couple games to pass the time. When it was time to get off the bus again, Adrian was more than ready. He had enough of sitting in this cramped space, even if it was next to a beautiful girl.
When the bus stopped, Adrian was one of the first to get off since he was in the front of the bus and had his bag with him. Hotel California? Adrian had to laugh a little. All the way across the world travelling through Europe to stay in a hotel named after an Eagles song. When everyone was ready, they walked the two blocks to the hotel. Adrian could see Miranda out of the corner of his eye with her plaid bag at her side. She was definitely a colorful one.
They entered the lobby and Alice started to hand out room keys. He was given the room key to the room next to Miranda. It was the room intended for her friend that could not make it. He was pleasantly surprised that she would still be close. He looked over to her and a smile crossed his face and she smiled back. It felt like they were secretly communicating across the room without using words.
They used the small elevator to go up to the second floor to find their rooms. To Adrian, it was more a death trap than an elevator. He was very grateful that they made it to their floor without incident. Miranda found her room first and Adrian was just next to her, Room 22. Before he entered his room, Miranda said, " Well.. I'll see you in the lunch room? " He just nodded and entered his own room.
While h is room was not the biggest, it was definitely larger than the cramped bus. The first thing that he noticed is the small bed near the window. It did not look big enough to fit his whole body, but he would have to make it work. He threw his pack down on the blue carpeted floor and walked over to the window to see the city of Rome. Much to his disappointment, his window only showed the brick wall of the building next door. Adrian pulled the shades closed, since it was
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