My chest is rising and falling rapidly as she slides off of me and removes her fingers gently. She curls up to my chest and rests her head on my shoulder.

Spencer: “I feel really bad.”

Ashley: “What? Why? Did I hurt you, are you okay?!”

Spencer: “No! I yelled at that poor woman and told her to ‘go the fuck away!” She is pouting and I can’t help but laugh.

Ashley: “Spence, I’m sure she gets it all the time.”

Spencer: “Do you think I should leave her a note or something?” She says turning to look at me with true concern on her face.

Ashley: “I think that would be a very nice thing to do, Spencer.” I say trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She doesn’t notice it and just smiles before she rests her head on me once again.

Spencer: “I leave her a note!”

We lay like that for five more minutes before get dressed and hop into the elevator to check out.

Ashley: “I can’t believe you actually left a note: ‘Sorry about the screaming, you do a great job!’” I laugh and she playfully shoves me as the elevator does open and we make our way across the lobby.

Spencer: “Shut up!” She laughs back as we approach the front desk.

Paula: “Spencer? Ashley?” We both freeze, mid step.

Spencer: “That wasn’t my mom, was it?” She says in a whisper of terror as her eyes bug out of her head.

Ashley: “Uh…” We slowly turn to see Paula staring at us with a confused look on her face. Shear panic. Both of our faces are contorted into expressions of SHEAR PANIC!

Spencer: “Ha ha…there you are!” She forces a laugh and Paula tilts her head in confusion.

Paula: “Were you looking for me?” Spencer’s lips are actually trembling.

Spencer: “Why…of course we were! Why else would we be here?!” Paula’s face relaxes as she glides up to the front desk with us hot at her heels.

Paula: “Do you mind if we get an upgrade on our room?”

Concierge: “Not a problem, ma’am.” Paula hands over her swipe key to the concierge, along with her credit card…The same concierge that checked me and Spencer in last night.