Stranger in Dreams
After reaching the Hotel room, she took a shower and made herself fried eggs for dinner. As she was extremely exhausted, she quickly had it and went to bed early. But she was waking often in between unable to get a sound sleep and fell asleep only in the early hours of the morning.
“Susan….wait” a strange, magical, male voice calling out of nowhere and everything around was foggy and unclear. She could barely see the person calling her, but she knew someone was definitely there standing afar off. She squeezed her eyes closed to figure out a way to reach him.
“Open your eyes…Susan.” The voice was sharp and closer now.
Her eyes flew open anxiously and soon realized she was dreaming. Then she flashed a quick glare on the clock: it was six in the morning. It was time to get up and get ready for work. She got herself ready as soon as she could and rushed to the elevator. Paul was already waiting for her at the reception.
“Hey, Miss Williams.” Paul greeted cheerfully.
“How do you know my last name?” Susan asked befuddled with her eyebrows knit together.
“Where there is a will, there is a way.” Paul seemed amused.
“Oh…really?” Susan grinned playfully, walking out of the reception.
“Yes, really.” He smirked and handed Susan a rectangular shaped card.
“Aww….it is my ID card! How did you get it?” Susan wondered.
“Apparently, you dropped it at the reception yesterday while you were complaining about the dead phone, in your room; and the receptionist gave it to me this morning thinking that I am your...”
“Your…what?” She sounded wary.
“You know she thinks I am your…..colleague, and we work together at the same place.”
“She knows that already.” She snapped.“Of course, and I am telling you the same.” He smiled wickedly and his voice amused.
Paul Stevenson is a very charming guy, who she came to know only after coming to London. He is quite handsome, cheerful, generous, and a little cryptic sometimes.