#melnilsson

she walked backwards, a frown on her face as she spoke. “what are you doing here, looking for a spaceship or the newest extra-terrestrial conspiracy?” she bit her tongue for sounding so rude. 

she was about to get in her shower when she noticed she did not get a new bathrobe. she quickly proceeded to put on her sundress, thinking it would be good enough for the occasion, and went on a mission to get a new one. once she got the confirmation that room service fixed the problem, veronica waved the receptionist goodbye after this emergency trip to the lobby. her room was the closest to the stair case, it should be big enough of an incitative to give the elevator a break. the view from the large bay windows was also breathtaking, especially during sunset when the palm trees drowned in a pastel watercolor painting. at first, she was slowly walking up the stairs, too distracted by the outside world, to notice someone opened the door. she, finally, looked down and locked eyes with melkor. heat rose to her cheeks as she continued climbing up, even slower than before as she accentuated the movement of her hips.