To the right

You hear another muffled thump, this time clearly behind the right door. For once in your life feeling on the side of righteousness you burst in, the door banging against a wall. A petite dark skinned woman turns with a little shriek of surprise, her hand to her mouth.

You quickly take in some key details. She's wearing what is clearly a housekeeping uniform, a plain blue dress with the Pink Rose logo embroidered on the collar, that buttons up the front. She is young, Latina, and quite pretty. And she is clearly just finishing making the bed.

"Madre! You scared me Senor!" she gasps. "They tol' me you wouldn't be here til later. I'm jus' about done here."

"Who are you?" you ask, although you've already guessed most of the answer.

"Elena, Senor. Elena Ruiz. I'm a housekeeper here. I come in once a day and light clean, bigger cleaning once a week. If you need something special, you can leave a note for me."

"That's great Elena, I didn't know the cottage came with a housekeeper."

"Not just this one, Senor. All of them. And the student rooms too."

"There must be a lot of housekeepers," you smile.

"There's a few," she smiles back at you, her white teeth glittering in her olive skinned face. "We gotta work pretty hard to keep up with some of those girls."

"Well, thanks for doing this, Elena. I really appreciate it." She gives a little nod of her head and picks up a bucket with cleaning supplies. She smiles again at you and steps through the door, giving you a sideways glance from under her long eyelashes that has more than a trace of flirting in it.

Very interesting, you think to yourself as you watch her descend the stairs.

Looking around the bedroom you decide that this one is as good as the other. It takes no more than a few minutes to put your clothes away and your case in the closet. You stand by the window and look out, deciding what to do with the rest of the day.