There are way too many things that I love about my boyfriend. My two favorite things are his smile and the fact that he calls me beautiful like it’s my name.
This morning I was working at the front desk of the hotel that I live and work at and a guest was checking out. I asked him his room number so I could pull up his bill and he answered with the room number I’m staying in. So automatically I asked him if he was sure and he said yes, so then I had to ask him his last name in order to look it up. I found his bill and the correct room number and before he left he asked what his room number actually was and how I knew right away that it was wrong. I told him that was because that was my room and he seemed a little confused about why I had a room in the hotel but he just said goodbye and left. The bellman overheard what happened and started laughing and at that moment the manager came into work and made a joke about how many men I let stay in my room. And that further led into a conversation about housekeeper/hookers that tend to work at Ramadas.