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The morning mist started to disperse as Shawn walked out of the bathroom lobby. His belongings stood right where he left them before frantically running into the bathroom. His guitar, which had fallen after leaning against the broken bathroom, now contained a small dent in its body.
“Oh that’s just great.” Shawn murmured under his breath.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, Shawn looked up to see a man dressed in more formal attire compared to everyone else in the lobby. Shawn grabbed his bag, threw his guitar is the black case, and leaped towards the man.
“Excuse me sir, I was wondering if I could get a room-”
“Yes, of course, right this way” said the concierge.
Shawn followed him to the desk where an outdated computer stood. The concierge typed obnoxiously loud on the keyboard for a few seconds, asked Shawn a couple questions concerning his personal information, then handed him a pair of room keys attached to an oval ring with his assigned room number.
“Your room number is 408, the elevator is straight and to the right” he said in robotic tone.
Shawn threw his hand between the doors as it was about to close as he stumbled into the elevator. He didn’t even think to press the floor buttons as the elevator lifted him up into the building. The doors opened and without hesitation, he started to walk into the unfamiliar space.
He looked down at his room key number, realizing that the concierge never told him what floor he was on as he turned and watched the elevator close behind him. “I might as well asked someone” Shawn thought to himself.
Still deciding what he should do, he heard a voice through the cracks of close door nearby. His heartbeat sped up gathered the courage to knock on the door. He walked up, watched his hand as he balled it up into a fist, and knocked his knuckles against the door.
A young women opened the door and looked at Shawn in utter confusion.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah i’m a new to the building and was wondering if you knew where to find room 408”
“Oh honey that’s on the fourth floor” she laughed.
“Ahh I knew I something was off” as he laughed back.
“Is there anything else I can do for you? My name is Azula by the way” she smiled.
“Oh that’s just great.” Shawn murmured under his breath.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, Shawn looked up to see a man dressed in more formal attire compared to everyone else in the lobby. Shawn grabbed his bag, threw his guitar is the black case, and leaped towards the man.
“Excuse me sir, I was wondering if I could get a room-”
“Yes, of course, right this way” said the concierge.
Shawn followed him to the desk where an outdated computer stood. The concierge typed obnoxiously loud on the keyboard for a few seconds, asked Shawn a couple questions concerning his personal information, then handed him a pair of room keys attached to an oval ring with his assigned room number.
“Your room number is 408, the elevator is straight and to the right” he said in robotic tone.
Shawn threw his hand between the doors as it was about to close as he stumbled into the elevator. He didn’t even think to press the floor buttons as the elevator lifted him up into the building. The doors opened and without hesitation, he started to walk into the unfamiliar space.
He looked down at his room key number, realizing that the concierge never told him what floor he was on as he turned and watched the elevator close behind him. “I might as well asked someone” Shawn thought to himself.
Still deciding what he should do, he heard a voice through the cracks of close door nearby. His heartbeat sped up gathered the courage to knock on the door. He walked up, watched his hand as he balled it up into a fist, and knocked his knuckles against the door.
A young women opened the door and looked at Shawn in utter confusion.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah i’m a new to the building and was wondering if you knew where to find room 408”
“Oh honey that’s on the fourth floor” she laughed.
“Ahh I knew I something was off” as he laughed back.
“Is there anything else I can do for you? My name is Azula by the way” she smiled.
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