BURNING SECRETS
Thankfully, no one stops me as I head toward the elevator, because what the hell would I say?
Oh, I'm going up to room 636 to meet a stranger.
When I get into the elevator, I see my reflection in the doors once they've closed. I certainly don't look halfway as confident as I thought, or was hoping I did. I use the ride up to the sixth floor to sweep my hair over my shoulder once more, get my lip gloss out of my clutch and reapply it. Then the doors are opening, and for a moment, I just stand there, looking into the hallway, knowing that once I step out of this elevator, I'll be that much closer to Law.