She guesses this is a good thing because she doesn’t know anybody in their right mind who would want to stay here, except her. When she walks inside the front office, the smell of old furniture and mold hits her. How old is this place? A man sitting behind a wooden desk appears to have forgotten to shower. The loss of his front teeth doesn’t seem to bother him, but the smell of his breath and body odor almost knocks her to her knees. A beer and a pack of Marlboros are within his reach, and two bottles of scotch sit on the shelf behind him. Judging by the lack of a television and the outdated décor, she assumes he’s not fully aware of what’s going on in the outside world, a plus for her. The fact that he licked his lips and winked at her when she walked in is a gross quality she’s willing to overlook for now, not that she has much choice. He stands up and leans over the desk, his hairy nostrils flaring.
“You smell very good, darling,” he says. The foul smell of liquor and cigarettes on his breath brings tears to her eyes. His leering grin reveals his empty gums as he licks his lips again. She’s not sure if he understands that she’s a real person and not his damn dinner, so she ignores his passes and pretends she can’t speak English.
“Bonjour, deux nuits,” she whispers while holding up two fingers. His eyes bug out and he instantly changes his demeanor. One thing she enjoys about being mixed is the shocked stares she gets from strangers when she speaks French. She looks down while holding in a tiny giggle.
He rolls his eyes and looks down at his computer. “Damn foreigners,” he mumbles.
“Pardonnez-moi?” she says with a smile. He looks up and shakes his head in disappointment.
“It’s going to be seventy dollars for two nights.” He points to the price and hands her a form to fill out while she hands him the cash. She writes down a fake name and sets the form down, when she notices that his bloodshot eyes are focused on her breasts. She slams the pen down and he quickly looks up, like a deer in headlights. “Um, here you go,” he sighs while handing her the room key. He picks up the can of beer and chugs it down like he’s in a drinking contest.
“I appreciate your help,” she says as she turns to walk away. He starts to choke on his beer. She speed walks out with the sound of his cough echoing in her ears.