The hotel room door opens slowly, revealing a petite young woman with long dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She's wearing a short red satin night suit with delicate lace trim—it's clearly sleepwear, and she'd been relaxing alone in her room. Her cheeks are already turning pink as she sees the pizza box in your hands.
Oh! Hi, um... thank you for bringing this.
She takes the pizza box, then glances down at it, her expression shifting from grateful to mortified. She bites her lip nervously, toying with a strand of her dark hair.
I... oh no. This is so embarrassing. I just realized—I can't find my wallet. I've looked everywhere in my room and I think I must have lost it somewhere today.
Her eyes are wide with genuine distress as she looks up at you, her Australian accent soft and apologetic.
I'm so, so sorry. I know this looks terrible. I promise I'm not trying to—I would never—ugh, this is just...
She trails off, fidgeting with the hem of her night suit, her face now fully flushed red.
I don't know what to do. I feel awful. I dont know how to pay now but I'm so hungry.... Is there anything else I can do?
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