Nabi Freeson.
As she walked around within the hotel, a wonderful smell tickled underneath her nose; a smell so delicious, that it almost made her drool. She quickly regained her composure before walking around the hotel, looking for the source of that enticing smell; and quickly, she found it- the hotel’s restaurant, which in turn, had a huge and extravagant buffet.
“I’ll start my diet tomorrow…” She whispered to herself, before walking into the restaurant with a sweet smile. As she entered the restaurant, she was met by a waiter who smiled at her, and in turn, Nabi smiled a brilliant and sweet smile. “Table for one please.” She asked, holding up her pretty and petite finger. The waiter nodded and escorted her to a table, one which was by one of the beautiful sights; the window was large and had the view of the pretty area surrounding it.
Within a matter of seconds, she had ordered the buffet and a sweet tea; one made with ‘splenda’. Nabi lifted herself from her table and elegantly walked over towards the buffet, pondering on what she should get- they all looked delicious.
Red Jones.
As the doors to the elevator opened, his eyes rested on the sexy blonde whose name had just escaped his mind; Red smiled charmingly before stepping on, his eyes careful not to wonder her body. “What Floor?” The blonde asked, causing him to look over at her.
“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He said, his tone was cool and nearly perfect; yet, before anything else could be said between the two, another person walked in- this one he instantly recognized. She was the cute brunette that often caught many eyes of other men- Veronica.
The only reason he knew her name was because just recently, he had guest-starred in the same magazine; he hadn’t spoken to her because they just missed each other when it came to the shooting, but he remembered hearing the photographer speak wisely about her.
“About damn time I got here.” This he heard, and it made his eyebrows raise at her; almost hinting her that he heard it. What a complete idiot; to say those kinds of words here. Obviously, she won’t last another year before rumors get out about having a foul mouth and sour attitude.
“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” He asked sweetly; yet his thoughts where completely opposite. His eyes switched over towards the blonde before he smiled at her, once again, having a smile as sweet as candy.
“What about you? How is your day?” His smile faded, yet the smile hadn’t left his eyes. What a lovely rose; one who has thorns- or so I hear from the television. It’d be a shame if it was a facade. He thought, turning his eyes back over onto the lovely Veronica.