Snippet #1469277

"Hey there Red. Fancy meeting you here."

The voice was obviously his and she finally caught his eye. She felt embarrased, for the first time in a long while, though she'd expected it to be a little more akward. She had spotted a few built princes, with tall stances and flawless smiles. But none of them really appealed to her. She spotted a couple petite blonde girls, and a tall woman that looked like some of her friends had back at the Iron Islands, as well as a dark-haired girl who didn't look all that happy to be here. But they both radiated the same aura as Westly did, as her friends had done. Wes jerked herself out of her mental babbling, feeling a tug in her gut. It was telling her to go back north, to her native cold isles and snow-topped cities. She brushed the feeling away.

"Yeah, an amazing conicidence." She raised her eyebrows. "My real name's Westly. In case you were wondering. By the way, you're really not as mysterious as you think you are. I see right through you."
She glanced around. A few other couples were checking out their rooms. Their conversation wasn't going much of anywhere. She couldn't really get a grip on the guy, so she decided to follow their example. They'd have plenty of time to get to know one another. Maybe too much time. With a last smile, curiosity nearly killing her, she turned towards the doorway. She had no idea where in the world she was headed, but figured a good exit was worth more than swallowing her pride and asking for directions.