• Why was I even here in the first place? It was Monica’s job to man the counter and I was supposed to be the one going around cleaning and whatnot. How did we end up switching positions? Or was she off goofing around again? Well, it didn’t really matter because it seems that nobody has been to our inn in a long while, long even to drive me batty just standing here.

    I could be off doing something fun with Vincent or Cathy, but I was stuck here. Stuck where there was nothing to do and no one to talk to. I’ve really never enjoyed working here, but my parents were so insistent on having Monica and I work here. But that was what, three or four years ago? I don’t really remember.

    And it seems that I was so lost in thought that I nearly leapt out of my skin when to bell on the front entrance announced that visitors had arrived. I straightened up as quickly as I could in an attempt to not make it appear as though I was slacking off on the job. Much to my surprise, a group of four had stepped inside. Each of which was good looking in their own way, but my attention was on the redhead that had stepped inside first. I’ve always liked red hair, but that may have been a personal bias because my hair was red.

    “Hey there, beautiful.” The man said, smiling at me slightly. “Can I get two rooms?”

    His words made me jump slightly. This was partly because I’d managed to lose focus yet again and partly because I hadn’t expected to be called “beautiful”. And what was he doing leaning on the counter like that? I could feel my face heating up slightly and I hoped I wasn’t as red as I thought I was.

    “I wouldn’t feel right letting a pretty young lady sleep in the same room as I guy.” I said slowly, looking over at the only female in the group. “I give you three rooms, no extra charge. You can decide who sleeps where as long as she gets a separate room.”

    I was surprised again when the lady that was traveling with him came up to the counter and shoved him back a bit. I can’t say that I wasn’t relieved when she did that because I knew my face must have redder than my hair by now. I smiled at her and handed over the keys to the rooms. She took them and smiled back.

    “My sister usually cooks food for our guests,” I said suddenly before they could go anywhere. “So we’ll let you know when it’s ready if you’re not out.”

    “Thank you.” The lady said before turning to her companions.

    The red haired man looked back at me and said something about ‘seeing me later’ before he was shoved up the stairs. I quickly turned toward the mirror one the wall to my right to see just how red my face was, as it still felt hot even after they were gone. It was just as I feared; I was bright red. I also realized that my hair was messier than I thought it was, so I brushed my fingers through it rather quickly to fix it up a bit. I knew I should have pulled it back when I brushed it this morning.