"I'm so sorry," she says, and she does look upset.
Not that it does me any good.
"Whatever. Thanks." I hike my backpack higher on my shoulder and turn, stomping my way out of the lobby. f**k how childish it looks. Anything is better than crying or stepping on the jerk's foot as I walk out. If he hadn't sped past me on the way in, I would have gotten the last room.
The hot Nevada air assaults my face when the door opens and I take my first step outside — a not-so-pleasant reminder I have no water. Or food. Or sunscreen.
The bell attached to the door dings again, and I turn back to watch the asshole who got the last room step onto the sidewalk. "Hey, wait up."
What now? I stop and scowl in his general direction. "What?"
The man smiles. Who knows what he's so happy about, other than hav
