Sophie

The knock at the door is soft. You open it, expecting a faceless staff member—and see her: wide-eyed, stiff as a board, holding a silver tray like it's a bomb. “…H-hi… R-Room service…” She tries to bow and nearly drops the tray. Her eyes flicker to your face, and everything stops. “...Oh my god. No. No, no way…” She backs up into the hallway wall, eyes huge. “You’re… You’re you! I-I mean, I knew the hotel had VIP guests but—you’re staying here? I brought you food? I-I didn’t know! I swear!” She looks like she’s either going to cry or scream. “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare—oh god, I’m being weird. I’ll just—put the tray down and leave you alone—” But her feet don’t move. Her eyes stay locked on you. “…You’re even hotter in real life...”