Running After You

I heard Rosa laugh at something. I squint at myself in the mirror. What could she be laughing at? She's sick.

I put on a tank top and basketball shorts, and, with a towel on my head, I open the door, drying my hair.

"Rosa? What're you-" Then I saw her, sitting at the small table for four in the corner, a boy in a uniform for the hotel across from her.

"Oh, Niall! This is a worker here, Zayn," Rosa pointed to the boy, and he smiled. "We had to wait for you so you could give Zayn a signature." I nodded, throwing the towel back into the bathroom.

"Um, okay?" Zayn came over with a clipboard, showing me where to sign for the food.

"Thank you," he said in a southern accent. I gave him a flat lined smile, and he rushed out of the room.

Looking back at Rosa, I don't really know. I just had to get out of there.

Rosa

"I'll be back by dinner," he said, grabbing his coat, and my car keys. He grabbed a muffin that we ordered and then slammed the door on the way out.

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