Mr. Irish

The day was busy as always as Shannon stood behind the reception of the Movie Heights Grand Hotel. It was getting late in the afternoon as a taxi pulled up in front of the reception and a man climbed out of it. Nothing special but the receptionist found herself unable to look away for long. He had red hair and a red beard and when he stepped into the hotel foyer, she noticed him wearing a perfectly tailored deep-green suit.

“How can I help you, Sir?” she asked and smiled as he stepped up to the reception counter.

“I would like to rent a room,” he said and looked at her name tag. “Shannon is a really nice name. Reminds me of home.”

“Did you booked?” Shannon asked him as she pulled up the room overview on her computer.

“No, I decided rather spontaneous to travel,” he said and leaned onto the counter. “I would like to have a big room.”

“I definitely can arrange something,” she said while looking through the reservations. “Yes, there is a suite free. How long would you like to stay?”

“I am not sure, as I said, I have not planned much. Let's say at least a month?”

“A month?” Shannon confirmed slightly surprised the time. Long-term guests weren't totally uncommon, but most times they not just showed up. She looked down on her computer and to her surprise the room was free for the next month. She looked slightly confused, hadn't there been a reservation a few second ago? “Sure, can I have your name, please?”

“Irish. My name is Irish,” the red-bearded man said. He pulled a small bag from his jacket. Shannon could hear coins jangle inside. He opened and put two small coins on the counter. “Those will cover my stay, I'm sure,” he said and she realized that he gave her two massive gold coins.

“Of course, Mr. Irish,” she said and reached him a key card. “Should I have your luggage been brought to your suite.”

“I'm travelling without luggage,” Mr. Irish said and leaned over the counter. Shannon was still slightly distracted by the coins and before she could react, he had pushed his finger against the side of her head. Her eyes glowed green and she stopped in her movement. “But I won't mind if you show me my room regardless. And then you can show me some of your guest services, too?”

“Of course,” she said in a slightly monotonous voice. He nodded and moved back again. She shook her head for a second, her eyes still deep-green in colour, but not glowing any more. “Alex, can you take over a bit? I will show Mr. Irish his suite,” she asked a co-worker in the backroom.