Mistrust Part II - "Anna"

Anna

She came into the lobby of The New York Plaza Hotel und was totally staggered. She stood there with an open mouth and sucked everything up what was around her. She was totally amazed by the different smells and perspectives. It was infatuating.

All these impressions released fireworks of little flashes in her mind. She had never seen something so impressive before. After a while she realized she was watched by the concierge. He looked right into her eyes. She immediately closed her mouth. The man smiled at Anna in a friendly way. Anna gave him a flighty smile and threw her baggage on a baggage cart next to her. You could not have named her suitcases shabby - she just bought them before she started her journey - but next to all these samsonites and Luis Vuittons they seemed to be better sports bags. Anna curled her mouth. 

She went to the Check-In at the counter where the concierge waited - still smiling. That smile seemed not to be false but Anna thought this was propably well-trained. „Hi. I´m Anna Mortimer. I would like to check-in. I have a reservation for the next five days, Mr.... Blend.“ Anna bent forward to read his nameplate. 

Mr. Blend busy combed through his computer and pursed his lips, while he did that. Anna watched him. Strange guy - tall, a little chubby with scanty reddish hair he had brushed accurately over his head. He seemed to be very neat but somehow Anna got the feeling, that it does not really fit him. She believed that he was more that kind of guy who likes to sit on the sofa in underwear after work ist done. Maybe she was at fault, but she got that feeling she could not really explain. Maybe it was just because she herself felt not quite fresh after that long, long day. She just wanted to take a long, hot bath in her hotelroom. 

After a so felt eternity Mr. Blend looked up to Anna and showed up to a young man in a red  uniform who stood behind her. „This is Mr. Fisher. He will lead you to your suite, Miss Mortimer. Welcome to the New York Plaza Hotel. Please have a wonderful abidance. And do not hesitate to contact us for further questions and wishes you´ll might have. Day or night.“ Was she wrong or was Mr. Blend winking at her? Uhh.. she shivered... „Ah.. thank you very much, Mr. Blend. I am sure, everything will be to my satisfaction. Good night.“

Anna followed Mr. Fisher into the elevator. No bad perspective - Anna thought. Nice little butt... In the elevator, Mr. Fisher pressed the button with number 2 and than stood back to the back board of the elevator - his hands folded infront of his belly. His gaze was straightly ahead. 

Anna stole a glance and saw that his front view was quite good, too. Full, dark hair. Black hair. Light-brown eyes. An angular chin, full but not flaring lips. Annas view wandered down to the hands of the young guy and she winced barely noticeable. Oh my god - she thought - guys don´t you know, that hands are so important...? Chewed nails, rough skin. Anna quietly sighed.

She was, adverted to men, not so very ambitious, but spruceness is an absolute must - highest priority! And hands are at fact a part of it all. 

After Mr. Fisher had left Annas room with a - in her opinion - remarkable tip, she let herself fall into one of the extraordinary soft and big armchairs in the room. She was totally worn out. It´s sheer lunacy!! - Anna could not believe how lucky she was, that the publishing company has checked her in to a room at The New York Plaza! This suite was drop-dead gorgeous!! Anna looked around happily. She surely had to confess that the famous penthouse was approx. a hundred stories away from her room but it was THE NEW YORK PLAZA, for god´s sake!! 

Anna stood up to take a look out of the window. The view wasn´t even worth talking about it, but she could see the lights of New York City as the daylight slowly began to fade. 

And now - Anna said to herself and clapped her hands together like a child having an idea - a nice, hot bath!

She began to dance through the room. Her green eyes were glowing and her long, black hair flew through the air. She dances away her shoes and her feet felt the warmth and softness of the carpet...