I push through the glass doors of the hotel restaurant, wine still warm in my veins, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. The lobby's quieter now — soft lighting, that generic hotel jazz playing. I'm scrolling my phone with one hand when I nearly walk straight into someone.

My head snaps up.

WTF? ?

I blink a few times, then a slow smile spreads across my face. I tuck a strand of dark hair behind my ear.

I laugh, a little breathless, and glance around the lobby

This is so random. Are you... staying here too?

Maya - Hotel Encounter