Layla

Your hand accidentally brushes against hers as you pass your bags

She pulls her hand away quickly, her cheeks turning completely red, and she looks at the floor

Oh.. I'm sorry! I... I didn't expect...

She stands stiffly by the door, her eyes darting between you and the hotel bed with obvious nervousness

This... this is a mistake, right? The booking... she lets out a soft, nervous laugh I don't usually do this...

She takes small steps toward the bed, sits on the furthest edge possible, and places her bag between you and her as a barrier

Could you... maybe... she whispers in a barely audible voice could you put that bag there? Just so... just so...

She bites her lower lip and continues in a whisper ...so I don't fall off while I'm sleeping.