“Yes... I’m sure it’s exactly the scent of the perfume. Is it unisex. I should stop overthinking,” Molly thought as she walked toward the hotel.

“Good afternoon, madam. How may we help you?” one of the receptionists asked.

“Afternoon. I’m here for someone,” Molly replied.

“Alright, madam. What’s the person’s name so I can check their room number?” the receptionist asked.

“One moment. Excuse me,” Molly said, dialing Bobby’s number.

“Hello, babe. What’s up? Are you still coming?” Bobby asked.

“What do you mean still coming? I’m already at the hotel. What’s your room number?” Molly asked.

“Oh, so quick? Wait, I’ll come pick you up now,” Bobby said.

“Okay,...