To His Room

Robert felt a little guilty about making the French woman look ridiculouss, but it was funny, and it reminded him of his high school days when he was the class clown and prankster. He went to the elevator and up to his floor. He was due to fly out first thing in the morning and wanted to pack.

When he got off the elevator, she spotted one of the hotel maids. She was kinda hot.

"Excuse me, do you speak English?" he asked her.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, you need to honestly answer all of my questions. Are you married?"

"No, sir."

"When do you get off work?"

She took her phone out of her pocket. "In just about two hours."

"You need to come by my room 322 when you get off work. Tell no one. It's very important."

"Yes, sir."

"Very good." Robert walked to his room. "Damn, I don't even know her name," he thought, "but is that really important?"