It was a familiar face. We were not close, but I knew who she was.
It was Dahlia. She picked up her ticket, glanced around as if trying to hide from someone and hurriedly went to the International boarding gates.
She was going abroad? Where to?
I didn't know her very well, so I did not want to pry into her affairs. Seeing her leave, I didn't stay any longer. I took my plane ticket and went towards my gate.
Somehow, I had recently had a habit of doing some reading before boarding. It was a good hobby after all.
After a four-hour flight, it was late when I arrived at Jarold City. As I got off the flight, I switched on my phone. There were still no messages from Hendrix, and I felt quite distressed.
It was eight o'clock in the evening and I wasn't sure if Anne was asleep already. After a moment's thought, I decided against calling her and took a taxi to the hotel directly, planning to see her only the next morning.
When I arrived at the hotel, I went to the front desk to check-in. The receptionist was a little slow. She was speaking on the phone while checking in for me, and from time to time, she cast me an apologetic glance.
I wasn't in a hurry anyway. So, I looked at her with a gentle smile and didn't urge her.
After she hung up, she looked at me and said apologetically, "Sorry, miss. We are fully booked, we can't check-in for you!"
I was stunned and asked, "It's only eight o'clock and all the rooms are full?"
She nodded and explained kindly, "It's because of the upcoming National Day holidays. Recently, we have had a few tour groups checked in. And so, other guests would have to book rooms in advance... So sorry about that."
I understood. It would be the National Day parade soon, and Jarold City was heavily populated anyway. Therefore, most of the hotels must be overcrowded.
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