A huge bus with blacked out windows rolled up outside of the hotel, and Elizabeth clamored on in front of Brigid. She took a seat as far away from other people as possible and was somewhat relieved when Brigid sat in front of her rather than in the seat beside her.
She couldn’t see anything out of the windows - even when you got close to them it was impossible to see anything at all.
It seemed excessive; this was just a silly show people would binge watch and gossip about for a week, it wasn’t exactly a blockbuster.
She stared down at her phone, and was about to message Sawyer again when someone cleared their throat loudly beside her.
“Can I help you?”
A middle aged guy held his hand out.His dated frosted tips and gelled up hair made him the epitome of an aging Gen X-er.
“Phone ple
